“The police don’t believe him.”
“Where is he?”
“Still in hospital.”
“Maybe I need to go and see him.”
Why haven’t you?
“Are you coming home today?”
Home?No, he didn’t have a home. “Not yet.I’ll call you when I know.”
“Take care, son.”
Ru ended the call. Once he had Bela back, his father’s calls would be blocked. Maybe one day he’d feel differently.
Though now Ru had a problem because his money had shrunk. He’d already used a chunk of the fee the paper had paid him to buy essentials—the phone, clothes, shoes, toiletries, his ticket to Dublin. He worked out in his head how much was left. Maybe enough to buy one horse, but not two. And he had nowhere to put them, no means to look after them.
He bit his lip. Cookie meant the world to him. She was the bravest, pluckiest, steadiest horse he’d ever known. She understood him. Joni was her best friend. Joni had the brains and the energy. The two were stable mates, devoted to each other, and they needed to stay together.How the feck am I going to manage that?
