It seemed only minutes later that my phone alarm shrilled in my ear. I dragged myself out of my sleeping bag. My entire body ached; sleeping on the hard floor was taking its toll. I staggered down to the toilet.
When I returned Frida was sitting up, sipping from a water bottle.
'How are you feeling?' I asked.
Frida shrugged. 'I've felt better.'
I zipped up my duffel bag and rolled up my sleeping bag. 'I'm not coming tonight. I think I'm being followed and don't want to risk leading them here.'
Frida paled. 'Who's following you?'
'I don't know, I haven't been able to catch them at it, it's just my sixth sense. I think Jimmy may be the instigator; he could be an informant for Teff.'
'But if they're following you they'll know I'm here.'
'I shook them off, you should have seen me zoomi
