Chapter 8
Jayden stirred, suddenly awake and not sure why. For a moment, he blinked up at the ceiling, and then the heavy whirr of a police helicopter passed by, a searchlight briefly hitting the near skylight and flooding the room with a brilliant white light, and disappeared.
“Urgh,” he mumbled, pressing a hand over his eyes. The helicopter buzzed onwards, circling back towards the town centre, looking for something. Jayden squinted at the clock. Four-fifteen. Why couldn’t people be criminals at social hours?
He turned over, blindly seeking out the heat on the other side of the bed, and frowned when he couldn’t find it. Sitting up, he flicked the bedside lamp on to find Darren’s side of the bed empty—and more tellingly, no note.
Darren occasionally—very occasionally—got called out in
