CHAPTER 23 – MATTY
LONDON“You know I’m the wrong person to be asking about this sort of thing. My memory’s buggered mate,” said Dan, shrugging his shoulders. He’d just come back from the barber’s with a crew cut, nothing but a short ginger fuzz covering his head. Matty would usually have had a dig at him about it, but today he wasn’t in the mood. He’d come to him in the desperate hope that Dan would remember something that would be useful to him, or that might trigger something in the dark, shut crevices of his mind.
When he thought about it now, Dan – even more so in some ways than Celia – had been a constant presence throughout his life. He had been there, solid and dependable, unchangeable, while the world around him was anything but. They had been in the same class at primary and the
