Just me? He did not intend to bring anyone else? Caleb’s eyes followed us as we left, not amused.
We walked across the forest, into the scarred mountain and past the fairy pools, accompanied by four men who carried a self-made stretcher. They had hidden the trucks under some trees further away from where we had parked. For several seconds, Jed stared at Conall’s lifeless body that the men had carried out of the car. He clung to the moment for a second longer. Some bond had connected the two once, a story written in Jed’s expression. Before we mounted the vehicle, I saw Conall’s corpse being carried down the valley. He would be buried in a place he dreaded. Life was full of irony.
I started the motor, and Jed navigated me.
“So, you are looking for the labour camps. Why is it?”
“People w
