“Oi!”
Luca was not in the best of moods. Tav had gotten in some kind of fight yesterday, been sent home, and then vanished off the face of the earth. Which was a real sign of Tav being in a major hissy fit, and Luca hated it. He hadn’t been replying to texts or answering his phone, and when Mrs. Pretty had arrived home and screeched her battered Citroen Saxo to a halt outside the house, Luca had decided to leave it alone for a bit. Mrs. Pretty angry was kind of like Tav angry. She went supernova, man.
But still. Jack Collins had vanished, too, and the rumour mill was rife that Tav had rugby-tackled him in the middle of the corridor for calling Tav a dirty word. Which wasn’t quite like Tav. He was a violent little s**t when he got going, and Luca remembered the days of schoolyard fights w
