Sitting on the bed in his sisters spare room, his room now, his bed.
He hadn't the heart or inclination to unpack, that would be like acknowledging this was his place in the world now and he couldn't bare that thought.
Looking out of the window that looked into a simialrly dreary house opposite, Sydney sighed. He was brought back from this teduim by the mobile telephone vibrating on the bedside cabinet, his bedside cabinet, although not his phone. The screen informed him there was a txt message.
He worked through the keys until the message appeared.
'money in place.
ready to travel
Trenholme, Trenholme, he turned the name over in his mind, not the same Trenholme that had been in the same year as Jake's father surely.