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Watlingford Public School, Oxfordshire – One Hour Later
Eli paced up and down the gravel path in the kitchen garden and kicked at the boundary stone that neatly contained the vegetable beds. ‘Where the hell is Trainer?’ Eli said into his phone. ‘I’m standing here waiting and there’s no sign of Sweetbait; if anyone ought to know where the girl is then Trainer should.’
‘Trainer left a message,’ Rafi said. ‘I’ve only just picked it up. She had to go to the airport to pick up a kid; some job she had to do for the school.’
‘Just what we need. Trainer off site and no idea where Sweetbait is.’
‘Where’s your fall-back? Go there, give Sweetbait half an hour and then I’ll pick you up. Savlanut, patience, Eli.’
‘Ein li savlanut,’ Eli said. ‘I don’t have any patience, I need –’ Eli turned aro
