Beano in danger

So you thought you could just leave, did you? Mr Goodfellow is not pleased, Bri. In fact Mr Goodfellow is very angry. And you know what that means?’

Yes, I knew what that meant. The last person Mr Goodfellow was angry with, was a supplier who didn’t want to supply any more. Now nobody knew where he was. But I didn’t supply or deal in drugs. I had just stolen a few things. Surely Mr Goodfellow didn’t care about a teenage thief leaving and going somewhere else. Or did he think I was going to talk to the police about him?

‘Mr Goodfellow says he will give you another chance. So aren’t you a lucky boy!’

I didn’t say anything because I knew I wasn’t a lucky boy. Very soon I was probably going to be a dead boy. But I waited to hear what the man said. I didn’t have any choice, the knife was still pressed into my throat. I asked myself how this man had got into the stable yard. All good racing stables have very high security. Our stable has very sensitive alarms all round the stable. I looked up to the fence and then I saw that the red alarm light wasn’t blinking. Somebody had turned the alarm off. Who? Which person in this yard besides me, was under the power of Mr Goodfellow?

‘Mr Goodfellow wants you to stop Beano in his race tomorrow. All you have to do is give him this tablet two hours before his big race. If you don’t give Beano the tablet and Beano wins the race, the horse will not live to see another day.

‘‘I told Mr Goodfellow we should kill you too, but he said this was the better way. Nobody goes to prison if a horse suddenly gets colic. Horses get colic all the time and die from it. Beano will definitely get colic if he wins, and he’ll die.’

I was patted on the head and a bottle with the tablet was put in my hand. The gorilla who worked for Mr Goodfellow smiled nastily, slipped out of the cabin and disappeared into the dark.

I was terrified. I was terrified for Beano, for me, for the stables. What was I going to do? The thoughts and questions in my head buzzed like bees. Who had turned the alarm off?

Who was working for Mr Goodfellow? I had until two o’clock tomorrow afternoon to do something and find an answer to my questions. I didn’t sleep at all that night. By morning I knew one thing. I was not going to give Beano the tablet.

I had to tell Dan. I was going to have to tell the police about the criminals I had once worked with. I knew Dan would be cross but I couldn’t let him down and I couldn’t let Beano die. I had had six wonderful months thanks to the horses and the stables. It was enough. Beano wasn’t going to die because of me.

I didn’t have an answer to my other big question, but I was still thinking. The gorilla had been waiting in the cabin of the horsebox. Did that mean that Mac had given him the key? It seemed a stupid thing to do but criminals sometimes do stupid things. Perhaps it was Dan who was working with the criminals. No, surely not. I trusted Dan and Dan trusted me.

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