It was cold inside the trailer and the air was pale and empty. I dressed quickly and brushed my hair. When I put away the brush, I banged the cupboard shut on the wall above Annabel’s head, which woke her up. “I have to get going,” I told her. “I need extra time. Maybe there’s a bus up to Netherloch and over the little bridge and I can get to work that way.” I hesitated. “Stefan knows I won’t be here. He’ll come and find me at work. So—” “Do you mean—do you want me to—” “Stay. You can guard the trailer. Go back to sleep.” I got to the Highland Bounty at twenty to ten, more than two hours late. It was raining and the shop was locked up but the outside lights were on. Probably they’d been on all night after Vi went across to her place at the back. It was a horrible cottage, with water-stained walls, behind a scraggy hedge and a garden nothing more than dead grass. I banged on the door and waited. There was brown moss sprouting at the base of the water pipe.
