Chapter 72
Since his daddy’s return, life had got better for Alfie Booker.
They had been living in a flat while his dad was in the army.
But when he came back, they moved to a caretaker’s house that bordered school playing fields.
His dad cut the grass and swept up the leaves.
Painted the lines on the football pitches.
It was a good job, Alfie thought, and he liked to go with his dad as he did his work.
His dad argued with his mum a lot and was happier when he was working, so that was the best time for Alfie to be with him. He never said much, but he seemed happy to have his son by his side. They made a funny pair, but Alfie wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
His dad hadn’t come home last night. His mum said he had, but Alfie knew that wasn’t true.
His work boots were where he’d left them yesterday afternoon and he was nowhere on the grounds.
Alfie had covered every blade of grass, listening all the while for the telltale drone of the riding mower.
He didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t like it.
He turned the corner and saw a tall figure walking toward the sports pavilion.
It was Sports Day later that day and his first thought was that it was one of the games masters, but he didn’t recognize him.
The figure wasn’t broad enough to be his dad, so who was it?
He was walking with real purpose toward the pavilion, so he obviously had something of importance to do.
Instinct drew Alfie toward the figure, his curiosity getting the better of him.
As he got closer, he slowed. It was a woman. And she was placing a box by the pavilion entrance. What was in the box—a trophy? A prize?
He called out as he ran over. The woman spun round, stopping Alfie in his tracks. She wasn’t smiling and had a nasty face. To his surprise, she turned and walked off without saying a word.
Alfie watched her go, confused. Then he turned his attention to the box. There was a word he couldn’t understand written on it. He tried to spell it out: F. I. L. T. H. But it made no sense to him. Why was it written in red ink?
He looked around, wondering what to do. There was no one to tell him he couldn’t open it.
Double-checking that the coast was clear, Alfie stepped forward and opened the box.