Chapter 66

Luca snorted. “Mam insisted on giving a statement about our door, and Coach ringing them about that time I hit Jack at club. It’s nothing.”

“You didn’t tell them owt, then?”

“Course not.”

Luca’s tone was flippant, and Tav pursed his lips as he rummaged in the fridge for cheese. “You should have done.” Another slip-out.

“Oh, leave it, Tav.”

Fuck this. Tav banged the block of cheddar down on the counter and rounded on him. “No I won’t bloody well leave it!” he shouted. “You need to tell them before he fucking stabs you! I mean, do you even get that? He’s trying to kill you!”

Luca’s face seemed to actually darken. He crossed his arms over his chest, shoulders hunching up, and scowled. “He’s not,” he said flatly. “You weren’t there.”

“Oh right, I have to fucking be th―”