The next morning, the girls went to speak to Edwaldo. He listened to their tale, his face registering a look of sheer incredibility at both their story and their suggestion of repositioning the trailer.
"Moving the caravan is an impossibility," he explained with a slow shake of his head. "They are all strategically placed, it would be impossible to manoeuvre it out and even more impossible to place it further inside. Inconceivable." Concerned by their tired, frightened faces and dishevelled appearance, he decided to offer them a compromise. "I’ll get one of the security men to stand guard behind your van, okay? That way you should, at least, be able to get some sleep."
He watched the girls visibly relax; tense shoulders dropped back to position. Wendy rubbed the back of her neck, and the
