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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?”
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