Chapter Twenty-Three‘I just don’t know what to say to either of you.’ Mrs Moss exhales deeply. ‘I’m so… so…’
‘Disappointed?’ Daisy offers. Mrs Moss looks at her for a minute as if she doesn’t know whether to shout or not.
‘Yes,’ she says eventually. ‘Disappointed. Alex,’ she sighs deeply, ‘I never expected this from you.’
I’m too full of exhilaration to care much for Mrs Moss’ sorry expression. It’s the sort of thing I get from people all the time when they find out my sister’s dying. And this isn’t a moment to feel sorry for myself, anyway. This is a moment to be proud. I got him. I punched Duce Cleeve square in the face. And it felt amazing.
‘How long do we have to wait here, Mrs Moss?’ Daisy asks. ‘Look, Callum’s waiting for us.’ He’s lingering in the doorway behind the desk. Occasi
