‘That’s cutting it fine.’
‘We’ve gone over this already. The workers break for forty-five minutes. That gives me more than enough time to find what we need.’
‘If Anastacia realises our absence, we are fucked.’
‘Relax.’ he said, trying to placate Jacob’s obvious panic. ‘Sebastian has us covered. I may dislike him, but the guy has talent. He is more than capable of covering for us.’
The tension in Jacob’s face eased a little, but it was clear that the boy still had jitters.
‘Go and take cover. Remember to signal me if anything starts to go sideways.’
Jacob scampered off back towards the containers. He held onto the plimsolls, choosing to hide them himself. It was unlikely that Jacob would abandon him; the boy’s fear of Sebastian was far greater than that of actually being caugh
