Students in red blazers slope round tables sipping unhappily at sugary drinks. That is until Casey steps into the coffee house. Eyes swirl onto him. He's manoeuvred by eager students over to a table where the popular crowd sits.
“Sorry about what happened to Corey, bro,” says Milo as Casey sits in-between him and Frankie, on a comfy low leather sofa.
“We weren't sure you'd make it in today.” Frankie slides a steaming mug over to him.
Casey smiles, and gestures at our team to join his table. “It's called an infiltration.”
I bounce onto a sofa arm. “Case, brought me some lighter fluid.”
“And we lit up Spindle Tower,” brags Casey.
“All planned,” adds Geordie as he drags a chair over to the table. “Corey was never in any real danger.”
“Unless Midnight decided to drill into his skull.” C
