‘I’m beginning to see what you mean about Glenmore and storms.’ His feet made a splashing noise and he shone the torch down. ‘It’s very wet.’‘The rain pours in here. The whole dungeon floods in the winter. Ouch.’ She’d lost her footing and clutched at his arm, feeling his muscles bunch under her fingers as he took her weight and steadied her.‘Go slowly. It’s treacherous underfoot.’‘Let’s try shouting.’ She stopped dead. ‘Fraser? Fraser!’Her voice bounced and echoed off the walls and then there was nothing except an eerie silence, punctuated by the sound of water trickling and dripping in the darkness around them.‘This could be a wild-goose chase,’ Kyla said, as they picked and slithered their way further down into the tunnel. ‘He could be sitting at home and—’‘Be quiet.’ Ethan put a hand on her arm. ‘I heard something.’Kyla froze. And then she heard something, too.‘What was that?’‘I don’t know. But it wasn’t wind and it wasn’t dripping water so it’s worth investigating.
