The car was gone. I felt intense stupidity which quickly turned to anger. I looked at Paul. He just shook his head. ‘Where’s the car, Paul?’ ‘I don’t know.’ I took two fast steps, putting me right in his face. Paul backed away from me into the scrutineering bay. I wasn’t about to give him any breathing space and I followed him inside. ‘C’mon, who’s been here?’ I didn’t need to ask. I knew. Derek had stolen the car out from under me, but I wanted someone to admit it. ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Don’t lie to me, Paul. You’re here all day. Nothing gets past you and Chris. Now tell me.’ Paul went to duck past me, but I blocked his path. ‘I don’t know, Aidy. Really, I don’t.’ Dylan grabbed my arm. ‘He doesn’t know.’ Everyone kept their place inside the bay. The only sound to be heard was rain bouncing off the bay’s roof. Hearing it took the sting out of me. ‘I’m sorry, Paul. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.’ Paul nodded, not saying a word.
