The Standalones

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ken Preston

19 June 2024

Silhouette of a rock band against a spotlight and the words The Standalones

“Hey, I think I might know where the money is.”

Chloe, Matt, and Chris were back in the van, huddled in the back amongst the bags and equipment. They had been sitting in silence for the last half hour, listening to the rain pounding on the roof. There hadn’t seemed much to say.

Scarlett had headed off down the road, looking for the nearest town or a telephone box. They needed a mechanic to fix Max Switchblade before they could do anything else. Without a means of transporting themselves and their equipment to the next gig, they were stuck.

Chloe stirred at the sound of Chris’s voice. Had she been drifting off? It took her a moment to register what Chris had actually said.

Matt stirred, too. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, man, I’m serious.” Chris sat up straighter, his eyes alert. “It was this guy I saw at the gig last night, just caught a glimpse of him really, but I thought I recognised him, and it’s been bugging me ever since.”

“So who was it?” Chloe asked.

“Fred,” Chris replied. “It was Fred, I’m sure of it.”

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