It was the last Friday of March, which meant one thing; a three day Bank Holiday weekend. It also meant that Mum and Dad would be away visiting friends for three whole days, leaving Sam and his fraternal twin sister, Em, alone.
Sam helped Dad carry the suitcases out to the car. He wasn’t quite sure why his parents needed so much stuff for a long weekend, but who was he to ask? He was eighteen, and worked full time at the local pub, The Grey Goose, to earn his money, and what two forty-year-olds took on a weekend with them wasn’t his business.
Sam Henderson was tall, with short blond hair that was so pale as to almost be white, with a boyish face that stubbornly refused to grow facial hair. He heaved the case up, sliding it into the boot with the other, and Dad closed the door.
“Got everything you need?” he asked. “Money?”
Sam smiled. “I’m good, thanks Dad.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yup.”
“Try to keep yourself out of trouble.”
Sam shook his head. “When have I ever gotten myself into trouble?”