Chapter 65

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“Be careful with that box, I don’t want you breaking a fingernail or anything.”

“Fuck off,” Trevor said before hefting the large carton of LPs.

It was Saturday morning. Trevor had offered to help Paul salvage what he could from his wrecked house.

“Sorry.” Paul was smiling, as was Trevor.

“When you said you had a record collection, I didn’t think we were talking about a—” Trevor groped for the right word. “A whole bloody vinyl archive.”

“One of my few vices.”

Trevor set the box in the boot of Paul’s car and raised an eyebrow. Paul put down his own box. “And what might these other vices be? Do any of these boxes contain, uh, leather pants, motorcycle jackets or—”

Paul laughed. “Are we talking about my vices or yours?”

Trevor had the good grace to look sheepish. “A girl can dream.”

“Come on, there’s loads more inside.” Paul turned away and went back into the house.