boy of yours. Now get in.”
From his hiding place, Frank heard the doors to the Rolls-Royce shut.
The car sped off into the night.
A feeling of deep unease descended upon the boy. His father was mixed up with some very bad people.
Frank ran all the way back to his flat. He crouched down at the front door, and looked through the letterbox. It was dark, but he could hear Auntie Flip snoring loudly.
So the boy quickly opened the door and darted along the corridor to his bedroom. In a hurry, Frank leaped on to his Lilo and burst it.
CATASTROPHE!
The noise woke up Auntie Flip, and she came charging through the door.
“IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?” she bawled. “I HEARD A
Frank pretended to be asleep.
That did not deter Auntie Flip. The lady shouted again, this time right in his ear.
“FRANKIE?”
Still the boy kept his eyes closed.
Now the woman began patting him on the cheeks a bit too hard for Frank to keep pretending to be asleep.
Now the pats became slaps.
Just then Dad entered through the front door, and called out, “Sorry I’m so late, Auntie Flip!”
“That’s all right,” the boy heard her say. “Frank’s been sleeping like a baby all night.”
“Has he indeed?” Dad had a hint of surprise in his voice.
“Oh yes. He’s been no trouble at all.”
“Thank you. I will need you to babysit on Saturday, please.”
“It would be a pleasure, Gilbert. I will see you then.”
“Thank you, Auntie Flip. Goodnight.”
Frank heard the door close, but kept pretending to be asleep. Dad was not fooled. He’d seen his son moments ago hiding behind a bin. Now they had some serious talking to do.
“What on earth did you think you were doing?” demanded Dad as he kneeled on his son’s bedroom floor.
“What on earth do you think you were doing?” replied Frank.
Dad did not look pleased that his question had been met by a question, and he stood his ground.
“I asked first,” said the man.
The boy
Dad shook his head. “Nice try, mate.”
Frank had been busted. He had to confess. “All right, Dad – I did follow you. But only because I was worried about you.”
“Worried about me? I was worried about you! Hanging on to the roof of a speeding car! Are you nuts?”
“It wasn’t moving when I climbed on to it,” reasoned the boy.
That just made Dad angrier. “You could have got killed!”
This took a moment to sink in. Frank sighed, and replied, “I know, Dad. It was stupid of me. But by the sound of it you are about to do something stupid too.”
The man paused. He couldn’t be sure how much his son had heard. “It’s not what you think it is.”
“I think it’s something bad.”
“It’s just driving.”
“It can’t be just driving. They are bad people. Please, Dad. Don’t do it.”
Now the man had tears in his eyes. “I am trying, OK, mate? I’m trying. I’m trying to do the best for you.”
The boy shook his head. “Dad! Whatever it is, I don’t want you to do it.”
“But it’s just one job. That’s all. One job. Then I’ll pay off my debts and still have a bit of money left over for us.”
“But, Dad—”
“Please, mate, I know what I’m doing. You saw how I drove tonight.”
“I had my eyes closed through a lot of it.”
“Well, I can still drive just like the old days.”
“I know. But whatever it is they want you to do, please don’t. I don’t want you to go to prison, or get killed. The accident was bad enough. I’m scared, Dad. Really scared.”
Frank wrapped his arms round his father’s neck, and pressed his head into his chest. He couldn’t help but sob. The sobbing went from son to father in no time. Tears ran down the man’s face. He was in a terrible situation. Mr Big and his gang had threatened the person he loved more than anyone else in the whole world – his son. If Dad didn’t do what they said, goodness knows what they would do to Frank.
“Come on, mate, don’t cry,” said Dad as he gently stroked his son’s hair like he had since Frank was a baby.
“You’ve always been my hero, Dad. Please, please, I beg you. Don’t do it.” The boy lifted his chin and looked
