It was dark by the time they made it back. ‘Where the hell have you two been?’ David demanded when Sam and Callum finally returned to the guesthouse. They’d looped around the back of the building and climbed over the carpark wall. Sam dragged him into the kitchen, out of earshot of everyone else.
‘We’re in trouble.’
‘We’re always in trouble.’
‘No, Dave, this is different.’
Sam paused, and in that moment of hesitation, David felt his legs weaken with nerves. In all the time he’d known Sam, he’d almost always been nothing but unfailingly positive. He’d found solutions when others had only seen problems. He’d conjured up escape routes out of thin air. He’d risked his life, been left for dead, and still come up smelling of roses. David knew things had to be bloody awful for him to be talki
