Chapter Seven“Hi, Trev,” said Ben after answering the door to find his friend, who stood there, cold, rock still. Something about the scowl on his face forced Ben to add, “Are you okay?”
Pushing his way into the hallway, Trevor went straight to the kitchen. This was quite usual for Ben's best friend, a frequent visitor to the house, calling round most days. Ben trudged behind him and went to the fridge, pulled it open and poured his friend a drink of juice.
Trevor sipped at it, never taking his eyes off Ben. “Yeah, I suppose I am. I've been thinking about what you told me, about Neville.”
“He cut the rope, Trev.”
“Well, if you say so…”
“I wouldn't lie about something like that.”
“No, okay, but … Anyway, you don't look so good. What's up?”
“Something happened last night.”
“Oh? Is th
