6.
What happened next was no less horrifying. Adrian took Clyde’s body and threw him in his van as though he was a sack of potatoes.
‘Come with me,’ he said.
I followed him along the road, until we came to his car.
‘In the boot there is a bottle of water, get it for me.’
I did as he said. Adrian took the bottle and used it to wash his hands and face. Then he stretched into the back seat of the car to get a bag. ‘Here. You change your trousers and your underwear. Wash yourself. I’m going to build a small fire.’
I opened the bag. There was a change of clothes.
I took off my Doc Martens, my trousers and knickers. I threw the latter two into a plastic bag. I wondered how Adrian was so well prepared.
I washed myself with what was left of the water and I put on the fresh clothes; knicker
