Matt and his men arrived an hour earlier than he’d told Ada to expect them. Ada wasn’t there, but she’d left the empty buckets for them. He directed his men to the rows of blue delphiniums, and they set to work.
Hemi tapped him on the shoulder over an hour later. “We’re out of buckets, boss.”
“I’ll check if Ada is back yet. The market finished at two, so she should almost be here.”
“We’ll carry the full buckets to the shed,” Hemi said.
His men trooped after Matt. Ada hadn’t returned, and when Matt tested the shed door, he found it locked.
“I can pick that lock, Frog,” a soldier offered. “That way, we’re not wasting time.”
Matt hesitated, weighing the consequences. “Try not to damage the lock because I don’t want Ada to shout at me again. The woman in a temper is a force to reckon wit
