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‘Tristan, call off the performance. We’ll have to skip tonight’s show,’ said Stella. ‘If the information Zak and Clara got from Trapp is reliable, this opportunity is too important to miss.’
She had already changed out of her costume, her decision to abandon the night’s show finalised. Hanging up her blazer, she reached for the staff leaning against her dressing table and tested its weight in her hands. Her eyes had hardened since their friends arrived. Her old focus had returned.
‘But where are you going?’ asked Tristan. He sounded uncertain, out of his depth.
‘Out. I’m leaving you in charge. Tell the others I’m unwell and can’t be disturbed. Tell them I’m with Nicko, Zak, and Clara still out looking for the ruffians who ruined Nicko’s trailer. They’ll understand
