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him: the boy. ‘What on earth... Pete! Pete! Come up here, Pete!’ she shouted.
‘Good grief, now what?’ he muttered, folding his paper. As he went upstairs, he called: ‘Are you all right? You haven’t fallen, have you?’
Kay had her nose to the window, staring along the road. ‘He’s found out where we live, Pete. The little swine has just walked past our house. Now he’s heading towards the park.’
Pete hadn’t moved so fast for years and trampled down the stairs. He grabbed his car keys, dived out of the front door into the car and screeched off the driveway. Incensed with anger, he slowed down at the park gates and pulled in. ‘You have to be here somewhere,’ he muttered, ‘you couldn’t have gone any further in this short amount of time.’
Through the park railings, he caught sight of him, fifty metres into the park. He got out of the car, locked it, clambered over the railings and started running. He’d almost caught up with him when the boy spun around, gasped and took off. He ran much faster than Pete. ‘You come back here. I want a word with you,’ he shouted as he tried to keep up. A locked gate at the end of the bowling green proved no deterrent. The boy vaulted over and weaved in and out of slow-moving traffic until he was out of sight. Pete bent over double to catch his breath and on the way back to his car, telephoned the police station to report the incident. This was the proof they needed. How did he find their address and for what purpose?
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