Inside he could hear Mr Gold sobbing. Sniffling, Mr Gold opened the door wearing his big quilted dressing gown and slippers embroidered with his initials, though tonight they were on the wrong feet. He hadn't shaved and his eyes were red. 'Any news?' he asked hopefully. Tommy Tempest shook his head. 'Leila has vanished. The police say there's nothing more they can do.' This provoked a new bout of sobbing from Mr Gold. 'This is costing me a fortune.' Tommy Tempest knew Mr Gold wouldn't want to hear the next bit but he had no choice. 'We need to get another horse for the part. Leila could be in Timbuktu by now.' Leila looked over the barn. What a dump! She could be in Timbuktu for all she knew. No sign of a plasma, not even a cappuccino machine and, by the looks of it, she was expected to sleep on hay! She could hear those other chumps hoeing into their oats as if it was devil's food cake. Pathetic. At least there was no sign of that black stallion. What a bully! This crew of nags were still giving her the cold wither but big deal, like she cared?
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