Page 107 of Inbetweeners
“Okay. I’ll come with you,” the woman said.
“Did you have to offer the choice?” Nix whispered.
“Sending one back might make me too ill to help the rest.”
That was true.
There were a couple who were reluctant and Nix was losing patience. “You’ve been happy, have you, sitting in this bedroom? Come with us before they get back. We don’t know what they’re capable of doing and you really don’t want to be possessed by a demon.”
Finally, they all agreed to leave. But as Nix and Emmett left by the way they’d entered, Nix realised they’d not thought this through. “How are we going to get them all in the car? A couple could have sat on each other’s lap but seven?”
“It’ll be a squash. I’ll have one on my lap.”
There was some grumbling when they realised what they had to do, but once the stools were in the boot, they all piled in.
The journey back was quieter than Nix had thought it would be. The inbetweeners were staring out of the windows, watching the world go by.
“So, we really are dead,” the woman said.
“Yes,” Emmett said into the back of the guy who sat on his knee.
“Do the police know our murders are linked?” asked someone else.
“I think they might have guessed,” Nix said.
“Have we been chosen for a reason?” another guy asked.
“If we can work out what that is, will it save others?” someone asked.
“It might, but Greyson and Sophie will be dealt with.” Nix glanced at Emmett.
