By the time Simon spoke up, he already had the truck rumbling along toward a main street. Heâ€™d even donned his wire rimmed glasses and set the hat on the dash. Subway was it? A good enough choice; they wouldnâ€™t have to wait around for long and it was late, so there would be few people, if any.<br/><br/>â€œAre you and your cousin close?â€ He wouldnâ€™t have asked the question if there werenâ€™t a purpose behind it, not being the type to engage in much idle chat or pointless pleasantries. All he wanted to know was if someone would miss Simon â€“ besides the police of course. Authorities were a known. If he kept his head down, planned ahead, and nothing like this ever happened again, they largely took no notice. Usually they were far too busy tracking down known leads and Osmund was careful that none of his customer list was ever found dead.<br/><br/>Family was a different story though. If Simon had a cousin and Simonâ€™s cousin was nearby, he would have to leave. Quite a lot of trouble to go through for one kid, but Osmund was nothing if not determined once heâ€™d made up his mind.<br/><br/>Once theyâ€™d left the little suburb, he nodded at the Simonâ€™s bag. â€œYou can change in the back. Leave anything bloody on the floor, well away from my tools. Itâ€™ll all have to be burned later.â€