‘Dad, what are you doing here?’ I gasped. ‘I could ask you the same thing, Charley,’ he said, stepping in out of the snow. ‘I locked you in your room for a reason.’ ‘How did you know I was going to be here?’ I asked. ‘Your taxi driver used to be a mate of mine. Barry recognised you. He was worried so he called me up and told me where he’d dropped you off. So, what’s going on? Is this another one of Tom’s stupid ideas?’ ‘It’s got nothing to do with Tom,’ I said. ‘He doesn’t even know I’m here.’ ‘What about that other copper? The one with the eyebrows?’ he asked me, sounding bitter. ‘No one knows I’m here, apart from you,’ I told him, as the wind began to howl outside. ‘So what’s going on?’ Dad asked, taking a step closer. ‘You wouldn’t believe me, Dad, even if I told you,’ I said, half of me resenting the fact he had followed me up here, but another part pleased I wasn’t alone. ‘It has something to do with the death of that girl, doesn’t it?’ I looked at him and nodded.
