Page 104 of Inbetweeners
“You saved people for a living. You’re trying to save people now—well, their souls. When you’re not pissing me off, I like you.”
Nix chuckled.
“You were brave going into that church. I’m not sure I would have been as brave in your position. I think you’ve been given a chance. Despite me not being into religion, not believing since I was a child, I’ve had to accept I was wrong. But I don’t think anything is black or white. Everything is shades of grey. You’re not all bad and I’m not all good. I think that’s true of almost everyone.”
“Some are darker shades of grey than others.”
“I guess. You want to know the real irony? I’ve never felt as alive as I do when I’m with you.”
“Except you’re dead.”
“It took dying for me to see what I’d been missing. We’re going to kick Greyson’s arse. We’re going to persuade the inbetweeners to move on. Then I’m going to take you on a date. Not bowling.”
“Right.”
“You still look shaky. I’ll drive.”
Nix had only just tapped Greyson’s address into the satnav when his phone beeped.
“An address in Woolwich,” he told Emmett.
“Shit. I was hoping we wouldn’t have to make the choice.”
“I think we should stick to what we’d planned. We’ve never arrived in time to save anyone. We have a chance now to get into Greyson’s house. He won’t be there. Maybe the woman won’t be either.”
“But maybe this person in Woolwichissomeone we can save.”
“It was you who came up with this idea.”
“I know but…”
Nix put the new address into the satnav.
“Sorry,” Emmett mumbled.
“No, you’re right. We should put the living before the dead.”
As they drove past the house in Woolwich, Nix saw Greyson coming out of the front door with a young guy in his late twenties.
“Take a picture,” Emmett said. “The dead guy might not come out on it but…”
As the pair turned their backs, Nix saw blood on the younger man’s T-shirt.
“Get them?” Emmett asked.
“Yes. We need to follow. Pull in until we know where they’re going.”
Emmett drew up at the end of a line of parked cars. “Why would the ghost leave with someone who’s just killed him?”
“Maybe Greyson didn’t kill him. He and the woman might take it in turns. The one who doesn’t kill is the one who persuades them to leave with them afterwards. Hey, look at that woman waiting at the bus stop. She’s watching Greyson.”
“You think it’s her?” Emmett asked.
“Yes.” Nix took another photo.
A bus came and when it pulled away, she’d gone. Greyson had led the young man to a black car, and opened the door for him to get inside.
“You need to turn round,” Nix told Emmett. “He’s facing the other way.”
