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“You OK, mate?”
Cody looked up. His
interlocutor was a young bloke, perhaps 21 or 2 , his brow furrowed
in concern. In response, Cody held up up his wrists, still tied with
the nylon cord.
“What the fuck! Who
did this? What happened?”
Cody couldn't speak. He
just shook his head. The other man reached out both hands and lifted
him up. “C'mon. First things first. We'll get those nylon
bangles off you. There're some secateurs in the car. My mother …
she takes them everywhere. She's a fanatical gardener, and is always
taking cuttings. Just as well, hey?” He was talking to Cody as if
he were a child in need of comfort. Cody didn't resent it. He was
intensely grateful. He noticed for the first time that there was a
car parked next to road, its engine still running.
The guy went over to the
car and took something out of the glove box. He came back holding
some secateurs. The sight of sharp cutting edges brought back Cody's
dark and dreadful imaginings as he lay drugged in the dark of the
chest underneath the mini-bus seat.
His eyes must have shown
something of what he felt, for the young man said, “Jesus! What
the fuck's happened to you?”
Episodes 1 to 220 (without pictures, 10 episodes per chapter)
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