Black Maria dropped Wilkins and he bounced off the bonnet, hit his head on the bumper and then rolled away into the long grass. From where she was standing his body could easily have been mistaken for a bag of rubbish, which was more than he deserved, she thought. Judas and Brendan flicked through the pages of the folder until they reached a comprehensive list of everybody that had paid to set up shop for the duration of the festival. They found him in Lot 28.
The caravan looked tiny compared to its much larger metal and fibreglass cousins parked on either side. They were enormous silver beasts with awnings and prickly antennae. Their huge black tyres flattened the ground, leaving long silver serpent tracks in the grass and they were all armed with racks for bicycles and motorbikes like s
