CHAPTER 10
Finishing their hot chocolate, the Bandits, Johnathan, and Molly (who had calmed down enough to accept a cup of chocolate of her own), huddled together on one of the less moth-eaten rugs to read the folder together. Their blankets were still wrapped tightly around and their toes remained cold, but they were too eager to find out what Mr Edwards had written to delay reading it any longer.
Carefully, Erin untied the string binding the folder together and opened up the front cover. She took out the handful of loose papers from the top and spread them across the floor so they could read them clearly. There were newspaper clippings, shipping reports, receipts, sketches, and three missing persons reports.
‘Look at this,’ Winkit said, pawing at one of the sketches. It was a set of s
