Five
It wasn’t the police. Nick Crawford crunched down the gravel path towards us and spoke to Gregory. I felt a bit sick.
‘He’s ringing Trinity House to see if they want to send someone down,’ he said.
Shit. He was talking about the police. He must have come with them. I stayed where I was, half hidden by Gregory, trying to think myself invisible. Something told me it wouldn’t be a great idea for the police to know I’d been wandering the coast road last night. I’d recognised Nick instantly, but then I’d studied his face hard last night. With luck he wouldn’t recognise me. It had been dark and I’d been wrapped in the tarpaulin during most of our strange encounter.
‘Ay. They’ll want to know but there’s no sign of a break-in to the lantern room.’
‘Have you got the key for it?’ Nick aske
