CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
He told the kid yesterday that never going back to the squat the same way twice wasn’t enough; they had to keep moving every day or so too. They might be able to rotate through their favourites, but staying still was complacent, and complacency got you caught.
The kid was okay with that, and he’d said, ‘Waz – Warren, can we go back to the lake?’
Though his mate was feeling pretty good at the moment, there was something feverish in his eyes. It made him think the kid sensed it too. That they didn’t have long until things were going to change, and as hard as it was to imagine, it’d be even worse for that.
So he’d said, ‘Why not?’ happy when the kid’s face broke into a big grin.
But when they set themselves up for the night, it struck him how strange it was coming ba
