Chapter 19
Emma’s jaw dropped, exposing the last of her soup. She swallowed and covered her mouth with her hand, making a hasty apology. “You need to tell Ro,” she hissed and Maureen shook her head with a long, slow movement.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she replied, nudging her spoon a few degrees north. “I’m just getting started. He’ll spoil my fun.”
Emma took a quick peek at Rohan and found him scribbling on a paper napkin with a ball point pen. Strange mathematical language spewed from the nib and the man next to him nodded like a donkey, his nose millimetres from Rohan’s hand. She turned back to Maureen. “Someone’s been asking around Harborough, trying to find out where we live. They paid off a cop and he told them. Then when we got to King’s Cross, Rohan made me change trains because he
