Chapter SixteenWhen the shaking brought him awake, he sat upright, rubbing his eyes, Mum standing before him, breathing hard, red-faced. Not angry. Incensed. He immediately thought Nan had told her about the incident down at Darley Dene.
“Mum, what's—”
She rammed the photograph into his face. “Where did you get this?”
He blinked, brain fuzzy with sleep, squinting at the image wangled before his eyes. He'd completely forgotten about it. The photograph he'd picked up during that night at the tattoo. Without thinking he'd put it into his jeans, before putting them in the laundry basket last night. She must have found it when she was sorting out the clothes, but why was she so angry? “Mum, I didn't think you'd—”
Her eyes narrowed, “How dare you go through my things,” she said venomously. “
