MIDNIGHT - HarperCollins NZ

JOSEPHINE COX
Farraday grabbed the younger man by the scruff of his
neck, lifted him off his feet and literally swung him
down the path, straddling him as he tried to scramble
up, fists bunched and ready for a fight.
‘This ain’t got nothing to do with you!’ Scott argued,
before a hammer-sized fist smashed into his mouth. It
was enough to send him scampering, but not without
a parting shot as he nursed his jaw: ‘You want locking
up! Mad as hatters, the lot of you!’
Then, as Thomas took a step forward, he ran like a
crazy man, stumbling wildly in his panic to get away.
From a safe distance he shook his fist. ‘I’ll not forget this
in a hurry!’ he yelled, though when Thomas started
after him, he fled down the street, never to be seen
again.
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