Palm House, the main Royal Botanic Gardens building, resembled an upturned, glass galleon. Around it, the lawns were a sea of frosty blades that shimmered white and blue in the moonlight. Dressed in all black, two shadows moved across the turf until they reached the building’s glass wall. There, their illusion dropped and they were no longer shadows.
They had spent the day preparing, gathering food for the stakeout and recapping all that they knew about Trapp. The remaining hours were spent scouring publicly available maps of the tourist attraction and coming up with a plan. All eventualities they could think of were explored. No stone was left unturned. Or so they hoped.
Zak and Clara crouched between a pair of shrubs that had been sculpted in the shape of lions. Cloaks the colour of mi
