It was fully dark now and still the boys hadn’t come back. Erin’s hands were freezing, she breathed on them to warm them up, but it did no good.
She took out the silver key they’d found and turned it in her hands. It reflected the moonlight well. Once again, she tried to work out what it might be for, but aside from the symbol, there were no other markings on it. With a discontented sniff, she put it away and strolled around the garden.
If it had simply been windy rather than cold, she would have been perfectly warm, because the wall from the tackle shop next door was so high that it completely cut off the howling air she could hear raging in the streets.
A door banged close by. She jumped, but the shouting of a woman at a man with extremely slurred speech told her that it was only a dr
