Chapter 11: Soft Skin and GossipingJason was on a new mission. A stupid, erratic, mad mission. Nothing good would come of it, but it didn’t matter. He was going to find out who Tom was—the real Tom. He cursed as he moved the gear shift, he probably shouldn’t be driving with an injured hand. It pulsed and ached, and when he moved his fingers, something tugged at the wound.
“It’s all his fault,” he told Biscuit in a serious tone. Biscuit lay on the passenger seat and ignored him. Jason shifted gear again and groaned. He’d done no more than glance at the bandaging since he got up this morning. He didn’t want to think about the stitches, never mind see them.
He turned towards the town centre—if it could be called that. Nortown consisted of one rather narrow road lined with a few tenement bui
