I told myself I was going to try and find out a bit more about Luka’s missing mum. It helped to keep my mind off my own problems. But deep down I knew I just wanted to see him again. The building work was in full swing now at the marina. There were big fences up all around, just as I’d seen on telly, but I could hear the rumble of heavy machines digging from inside. There were Keep Out signs and warnings about wearing hard hats all over the place. One of them said, No Hat, No Boots, No Work! The main gate was opening to let in a digger and I stopped for a moment to let it go past. I could see a giant hole inside and loads of men like ants moving around it. Something struck me about the scene, but it was only when the gates closed again I realised what it was. Most of the workers inside looked Chinese. Odd, when I’d never seen any Chinese people around town before. And none of them seemed to have those yellow hats on, despite all the signs. I shrugged and carried on to the fairground, slipping one of the blue tickets Luka had given me into the slot on the turnstile.
