Chapter 3
Turning the key in the ignition,Andy waited until the engine warmed before putting the heater on.As he waited,he switched on the radio.Pop music blared out at him.Tom had fiddled with the stations on the way in.Andy turned the rotary dial until he found Radio 2 and a concert of light classical music.He patted the fascia of his trusty eight-track cartridge player and radio.He’d found it in a junk shop and had installed the unit in the van,much to Tom and Paddy’s bemusement,although the pair would often turn up with music recorded on eight-track cartridges they had found while visiting car boot sales.
Leaning his seat back and closing his eyes,Andy let the music and the warm air soothe him.
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“Hey,mate.”Paddy opened the passenger door.
“Good time?”Andy asked.
“Not bad.There was a good crowd in tonight,”Tom said,getting into the van,followed by Paddy.
“Seatbelt,”Andy growled at Tom,who looked as though he was about to climb into Paddy’s lap.
“Aw,do I have to?”