Chapter 3
Bryan never wore a watch, but the sun had passed the midday mark and begun its gradual descent towards the far horizon. Lunch was probably already on the table. With appropriate haste he returned to where he’d left his bike only to find that it was missing.
Dread flooded his veins. His parents had only bought it for him a year and a half ago. They’d be furious. “Money doesn’t grow on trees,” he could hear his mother bark. God knew what his father would do. With a heart that was racing, he searched the area of bush immediately surrounding the tree where he’d left it. He even crossed the bitumen and searched the bush on the other side of the road, but there was not a single trace of it.
He crossed back over the road and stood on the gravel. He cast his eyes over the shrubbery ho
