Chapter 36

“It’s the same thing,” he continued. “His family leaves a bit to be desired, but Ali’s different.”

“Kinda like you and your lot, then?” Tracy drawled.

Yazid rolled his eyes.

“Guess so, unless Khalid’s making a hell of a good show about being straight.”

The pub door banged and the topic was rapidly dropped in favour of customers—a couple of businessmen from the bank roaming for their lunchtime pint—and Yazid forgot about the texts. Who gave a shit anyway? They were just empty threats by phone, and they’d been regular for a couple of weeks now. Bark, bite, all that jazz.

What was Tony going to do, beat him up?7thFebruary 2015

There was something taped to the door when Ali got home from work, and for a brief moment a cold panic seized his heart in an icy fist before he stepped through the gate, and saw Yazid’s thick, looping handwriting. An envelope.