Chapter Thirty-One
Sydney straightened too, glad Theodore hadn’t let them use their torches. Luckily starlight, moonlight and streetlight prevented total darkness. “We have to do something.”
“Did you get the spare tyre fixed?” At Shawn’s nod, Chelsea held out her hand. “Give me the car keys.”
“What for?” Shawn was still crouched by the stone slab.
“Quit arguing. Do you want to be caught?” Chelsea snatched the car keys and turned to Sydney. “Ask him to help change a tyre. I’ll meet you there.”
Sydney grinned. “Now who’s making plans like a master?”
“I’m just terrified about being stuck in a detention centre.” Chelsea looked back at the boys. “Make sure you hurry up. I don’t know how long we’ll be able to stall him.” She ignored Shawn’s grumbles as she cut across the building site in t
