Within a couple of months of that eventful day, Liam agreed to move in with me. He said he’d wanted to move in that same night, but he wouldn’t ever bring up the subject because he didn’t want me to think of him as another Bradley. I’d known from the start he was no Bradley.
So, he took an afternoon off work, and we moved all his stuff. He didn’t have a lot, though his set of weights took up a whole carload on its own.
We went back to the section house one last time to do a final check, and for Liam to hand in his key. Then it was on to the station where Liam handed in the paperwork informing the force of his change of address. Then he drove my car to our house. He pulled up at the curb, but told me to stay where I was. I complied; he walked round the car, came over to the passenger si
