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Rodney might be a little kid but he wasn't a stupid one. Ted knew no matter how hard he tried to convince his grandson this was all a fun game he wasn't buying it.
Del was in trouble. Some dodgy deal with the wrong person. He'd sort it. Del always sorted everything, but until then he didn't want them near the flat. He'd dropped them off at the cemetery.
“Sit by mum, she'll look after you,” Del had said that morning, it was now getting dark, they'd lock the gates soon. He didn't like the idea of being in this type of place all night, it was eerie enough in the daytime.
The sandwiches he'd brought had long been eaten, Rodney nursed the last of flat lemonade like it might have to last days. Ted didn't know what to do for the best, leave here or stay.
“What happened Del?” Ted asked, carrying Rodney who was half asleep and hungry to the van. Del had promised to grab fish and chips before going home.
“Later Granddad,” Del said keeping his voice cheerful, he winced with every step. Ted could see the bruises on his face in the dying daylight. “I sorted it, that's what is important.”
Ted knew better than to press the issue, he highly doubted they'd talk about it later. Del had a knack for finding a way out of conversations he didn't want to have.