12
A VISIT TO FRED’S
Clarissa grabbed her canvas bag, tapped Richard’s arm and said, ‘We have to get to the bottom of this. Come with me. Time to pay someone a visit.’
‘Where are we going?’ he said, trailing behind her with his backpack slung over one shoulder as she headed off past their digs and cornered the end of the terrace.
She waited for him to catch up.
‘To talk to Fred. He is the only one we can trust around here, as annoying as that may be for you. I can’t bring myself to have any confidence in the others.’
‘Do you know which place is theirs?’
They faced a cluster of dwellings on the low side of the road. On the high side were the huts searched earlier by Merida and Simon.
‘Let’s take a punt.’
They approached the first of the cluster, walking down a short gravel drive to
