Gunshots at Dawn , livre ebook
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Date de parution
28 août 2014
Nombre de lectures
0
EAN13
9781781276488
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
28 août 2014
EAN13
9781781276488
Langue
English
“ So all through that summer, maybe two or three times a month, they slipped out of the house at night, cycled down the lane, hid their bikes in the ditch and climbed the wall. It was their secret.
Maybe Jim’s right , Robbie thought, nobody’s noticed. He stopped worrying and began to enjoy the excitement. It was great to be awake when everyone else was asleep. ”
CONTENTS
Title Page ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX More Shades 2.0 titles Copyright
ONE
It was easy now.
First check the house was in darkness, then over the wall, through the bushes, across the field and the yard, past empty pigsties and deserted cowsheds to the old barn.
Jim switched on his torch. Metal gleamed.
He unlocked the car door and got in. Robbie sat in the passenger seat.
He remembered the first time they came to Grange Farm.
The farm had been up for sale ever since the old lady died at the end of last year. Nobody knew if anyone had bought it.
Robbie and Jim had been having a nose round the old farm buildings, but as they passed the open-fronted barn they’d seen the old Audi.
Jim had tried the door. Opened it. There, in the ignition, like a gift, was the key. In a second Jim had started the engine.
Robbie had been worried, even though he knew there was nobody living there.
But just suppose someone was there after all, and heard the engine noise? Or someone going past in the lane might hear, and come to see what was happening.
But nobody did.
The brothers sat there for a few minutes. Then Jim removed the key from the ignition.
‘I’ll take this,’ he’d said. ‘We can bring it back tomorrow night.’
The next day he’d gone into town. Had another one cut.
They took the original key back to Grange Farm that same night. Left it in the ignition, just as they’d found it.
Jim had asked their dad, casually, if anybody had moved into Grange Farm yet.
‘Weekenders,’ Dad said. ‘Townies. Moved in about a month ago.’
‘Putting up house prices,’ Mum said, ‘and they never buy anything in the local shops.’
So Jim and Robbie never went to the farm at weekends.
At first, Robbie worried. Surely, when the weekenders got the Audi out, they’d notice the miles on the clock, fuel getting low? They’d tell the police. Keep watch. He and Jim would be caught.
‘No!’ Jim laughed. ‘They won’t remember from one weekend to the next how much fuel they’ve used, or how many miles they’ve done.
‘Anyway, they’re rich. They can afford the bit of diesel we use. And we’re not doing any harm.’
So all through that summer, maybe two or three times a month, they slipped out of the house at night, cycled down the lane, hid their bikes in the ditch and climbed the wall. It was their secret.
Maybe Jim’s right , Robbie thought, nobody’s noticed. He stopped worrying and began to enjoy the excitement. It was great to be awake when everyone else was asleep.
At first Jim drove. After all he was seventeen, though he hadn’t taken his test, and he’d no licence or insurance. Robbie had only driven Dad’s car on the field behind their house.
But one night he asked, ‘Can I drive?’
‘Yeah. OK.’
He stalled the engine a few times at first, but he soon got the hang of it, and could sense from the sound of the engine when to change gear.
‘Not bad,’ Jim said when they got back.
Robbie felt very proud. From then on he drove as often as Jim. He loved the feel of the steering wheel, the sense of being at one with the car, driving through the narrow lanes, headlights sweeping over the dark hedgerows.
‘You’re a natural,’ Jim laughed, as Robbie took the last sharp bend before the gateway to Grange Farm.
