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Neil walked along at his friend’s side, quietly annoyed by the feel of the wallet in his pocket – it was a nice wallet, but not nice enough to make up for his friend’s assumption that he should be satisfied with it rather than having the money.
Why they had to walk home from Turner’s garage, he didn’t know, he had suggested that one of them drive the Corsa to the garage, while the other drove the car they shared so they could drive home. Lee, however, had decided that it wasn’t a good idea, he was sure his uncle would be unhappy with too many vehicles at the garage at that time of the night.
Neil stopped suddenly as he saw a car he recognised, a car that made him forget all about his annoyance. He studied the car in the dim light from the street lamps, the nearest of which was about
