Fourteen
As soon as Kit had gone I went into the house. Asking Talan to test the powder was the first step. Now for the next. It was time to find out more about the so charming Mr Crawford.
A few doubts washed through my head. Maybe I should leave it. Maybe I should disappear. Lie low. It might be safer. But I couldn’t. I wanted to get the bastard who’d hung me over the lighthouse and left me to fall. Besides, when had I ever run away from danger?
I went back to my room, typed ‘Nick Crawford’ into Google and scrolled through pages of hits. He shared his name with a member of a popular boy band and a very vocal scientist in New Zealand. Even when I eliminated the two of them from my search, it was a common enough name to yield thousands of matches. More surprisingly, ‘Nick Crawford carpe
