Something Buried: An absolutely gripping mystery thriller (Andrew Hunter Book 3) by Wilkinson Kerry

Author:Wilkinson, Kerry [Wilkinson, Kerry]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
ISBN: 9781786815958
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2019-03-06T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Three

By eight o’clock the following morning, Andrew was in the car waiting across from Finn Renton’s house. He was about to knock on his door when Finn emerged, picking his nose and fumbling in his baggy grey trackie bottoms. The pants were so loose that they almost fell down as he searched through his various pockets until he eventually found the door key, which he promptly dropped.

After picking it back up and locking the house, he headed along the street, one hand in his pocket, the other scratching his arse. Not knowing if he was going to be back anytime soon, Andrew set off after him. Considering his thin, runty physique, Finn kept quite a pace and Andrew had to jog in order to catch him at a pedestrian crossing.

He filed in a little behind Finn, largely anonymous among the bevy of uniform-wearing schoolkids and adults heading for the bus stop. Andrew followed him along Stockport Road, past the sports hall until Finn headed into the Nisa Local. He waited outside, leaning on the barrier next to the pelican crossing, enjoying the trickle of morning sun.

When Finn re-emerged, he was struggling with the plastic wrapper of a cigarette packet. He first tried digging in his fingernails, then used his teeth, spitting the remains of the wrapper onto the ground.

‘There’s a bin there,’ Andrew said, making Finn jump with surprise.

‘Y’what?’ Finn replied.

Andrew nodded at the transparent wrapper that was wedged in the gutter, barely a metre from the bin. ‘There’s a bin there. You missed.’

Close up, Finn Renton was even weedier than he seemed from a distance. It was hard to tell for sure because of his baggy clothes – but his shoulders were like a malnourished child’s, the collarbone jutting out near the V of his top. Andrew suspected he was the taller person from the CCTV footage of the music shop robbery. He was pretty sure Finn was still wearing the same tracksuit. There were at least three bristled reddy-brown stains on the top, likely a remnant of dinner from any night in the past few days.

It suddenly dawned on Andrew that it was one thing to be a smart-arse – but a person could end up looking a hell of a lot less smart-arsey if some rodent-faced thug had a knife on them.

Luckily, Finn seemed more confused than aggressive, his nose twitching as if he knew trouble was ahead. ‘Who are you?’ he asked, stepping away from Andrew.

‘Was there any particular reason you chose to rob that music store the other week?’

Finn goggled at Andrew, eyes widening so that thin veiny strands of red were nibbling around the edges. For a moment, Andrew thought he might actually pop with surprised bemusement, but then Finn ducked his head, flipping his hood up and hurrying past Andrew.

‘Dunno what you’re on about, mate.’

Andrew must’ve woken up on some magical side of the bed because he was feeling surprisingly fit as he strode alongside the younger man, keeping pace and not losing his breath.

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