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The rain pounds against the windscreen of a battered Ford Focus, parked crookedly on a side street off the estate. Streetlights smear yellow across the wet asphalt, and the only sound beyond the storm is the ragged breathing of two teenagers in the back seat. Simon Riley sits with his back against one door, legs stretched out, an instant ice pack pressed to your cheek. His own face is a mess—split lip, blooming bruise along his jaw, a cut above his brow weeping blood that mixes with rain dripping from his hair. His knuckles are raw, torn, still trembling faintly with adrenaline. He doesn't look at you. He stares at the cracked upholstery of the seat ahead, jaw tight, chest heaving. The car smells of stale cigarettes, cheap air freshener, and copper. Finally, he shifts, catching the worr…