Chapter Thirteen
"Where did you get this?" I ask Oscar as I run my fingers along the dashboard of the small car we're sat in. When he brought me here to start our stakeout, I didn't believe him at first.
"It belongs to my family," he answers easily. "Want a biscuit?" He holds out a packet of chocolate-covered digestives.
"Thanks." I take the top one and bite into it, wiping away the crumbs which fell on me. "It's ages since I've had one of these."
"Me too," he admits. "I save all the best snacks for stakeouts. It makes the time pass quicker. Though now I have someone to do it with, perhaps it isn't so bad."
I smile at him and lean back in my seat. It's been a while since I've been in a car, so it's taken me a little while to get comfortable again.
"How come your family owns a car?" I
