“Is this where you left him?” “Yes, boss. In a hole just to the right of those deserted buildings. He thought he was being buried
“Name and date of birth please, sir.” “Michael Peter Jones, 21st March 1962” “And when did you die Mr Jones?” “Sometime this morning, I think.
“Look what you’ve gone and done now Billy!” “Don’t blame me. It wasn’t my fault. He shouldn’t have been here in the first place.” “What
Sorry son, what did you say your name was again?” “Billy, ma’am. Friend of your Sally’s. She asked me to collect you both and take