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carpet. “What are you going on about? There are no flowers in that garden. Just a great big bloody hole in the middle of the lawn.”
    Kevin’s retort fell from his lips when he heard his sister banging about in the kitchen. By the sound of it, the bitch really was in a foul mood tonight. A sense of urgency crept into his bones. He just had to get Thom out of here without her seeing them. There was no way that he could suffer a confrontation with her tonight.
    Thom scooped the binoculars off the carpet and stood up. Kevin noticed that the meathead had wrapped his thick fingers firmly around his binoculars. He got the uncomfortable feeling that he would never hold them again.
    Was the loss of a vintage pair of binoculars a small price to pay to get this lump of meat out of his bedroom? After some considerable thought, Kevin decided that it was.
    Kevin peered through the window. Even without the binoculars, he saw a huge expanse of darkness where the man’s flowers used to be. It was very strange.
    “He’s probably planting a tree or something,” he replied. “Even so, you have to admit, the detail is pretty sharp.”
    “I’ve seen better,” Thom replied.
    Somehow, Kevin doubted that.
    The meathead walked over to the bed, picked up his combat jacket, and threw it over his shoulder. “You ain’t gonna puke on me if there is a dead body, are you? Cos if you do, I’ll fucking make you lick it off.”
    “Of course I’m not going to throw up,” Kevin replied, grinning. “I didn’t puke when they buried my grandma a couple of years ago. In fact, I was the only one who didn’t cry.” He had wept when they lowered that coffin, he cried buckets, but this meathead wouldn’t know that.
    His ears detected the sound of heavy footfalls on the stair carpet. That had to be Claire. The bitch was either going to the toilet or … his blood ran cold … or the bitch would burst in here at any moment and give Kevin both barrels of her volatile temper. Kevin ran over to the door. There was no way that he’d let her do that.
    Bugger it, he’d let Thom take the flak while he hid in the bathroom.
    “I won’t be a moment, I just need to piss.”
    He hurried out of his bedroom before Thom had a chance to answer. Kevin pushed open the door next to his, entered his bathroom, and slammed the bolt home. He loathed leaving that idiot in his bedroom alone amongst all his valuable gear, but what else could he do? There was no way that he’d be able to withstand another showdown with his sister.
    Kevin double-checked to make sure that he’d locked the door, then padded over to the toilet. His traitorous mind showed him his sister barging into his bedroom and the meathead holding up Kevin’s binoculars before explaining in great detail what her younger brother used them for. Between the pair of them, the news that he was some sort of weird perv would be all around the school for Monday dinnertime. Kevin would be a laughingstock for months.
    Oh Jesus, he needed to get a grip on his out-of-control neurosis. Kevin’s new hobby wouldn’t even enter Thom’s small mind. The meathead would be too busy staring at Claire’s tits. Kevin remembered that dirty slut had worn her green dress. Thom’s poor eyes wouldn’t stand a chance.
    There was nothing else for it. Somehow Kevin would just have to persuade Thom to come back tomorrow night. Andrea’s mum had yet to miss a performance on a Saturday. Last week had been very exciting, especially when she stood on something to reach the top of the curtains. Kevin’s eyes had almost popped out of his head when her bush came into view.
    If Thom only saw the way that woman moved as she danced, he’d be hooked. Hell, if the meathead caught a glimpse of what he’d witnessed last night, he’d never tell a soul. It would be their special secret. He would have a friend for life. No fucker at school would dare lay a finger on poor Kevin.
    He unzipped his fly and lifted the toilet lid while wondering