The sun is low, casting honey-coloured rays through the windowpanes. ‘I hear it has been an interesting day so far. Tell me about it, Sarius. Did anything unusual happen?’ The messenger wasn’t going to accept no for an answer, that much was obvious. ‘A girl called Aisha had a sort of nervous breakdown.’ ‘Do you know why?’ ‘Not exactly. She found something in her English book and got a fright. I couldn’t see what it was.’ The answer seemed to satisfy the messenger. ‘And what else happened?’ Well, what? ‘I watched Dan Smythe secretly taking photos. Of something in the car park.’ ‘Good. What else?’ Sarius thinks about it. What else should he talk about? ‘Tell me about Eric Wu. Or Jamie Cox,’ the messenger prompts him. He already knows everything, Sarius realises. And he’s testing me. ‘They were talking to each other.’ ‘What about?’ ‘No idea.’ ‘That’s a shame.’ The messenger rises from his seat in a supple motion.
