20At three in the morning Charlie carefully prised the door to their apartment open. Before he could step into the room the lights switched on and John and Rachel were waiting for him on the couch.
“Hey, Mum, Dad,” he said. Neither of them seemed in the mood to joke.
“Where the f**k have you been?” John snapped.
“Didn't you get my message? O'Connor's wife was in the apartment when I got there. After a brief, violent misunderstanding we got talking.”
“Just talking?” Rachel asked, folding her arms.
“Yes, just talking. Not that it's any of your business.”
“It is our business when you ignored our calls.”
Charlie was about to argue when he noticed three packed bags by the door. “Wait, what's happened?”
“Cops,” John stated.
“Cops? What do you mean cops?”
“There were cops at the Voice.
