‘Yeah, s’not right, it ain’t.’
‘Put him in the store and lock it. Give him a candle if he’s afraid of the dark,’ Collingwood ordered, pointing at Tonks who started to get to his feet again, ready to resist but finally coming to his senses, petulantly kicking his chair over. He shrugged off Eccles’ hand, picked up a candle and a bottle of beer and walked, as slowly as he dare, to the store and allowed himself to be locked in. ‘Anybody else care to join him, just say the word.’ Collingwood glared around the table, receiving only muttered no’s and s’not rights but no real resistance now their spokesman had gone.
One last quick glance around the kitchen and Collingwood waved the squad out, locking the door behind him and pocketing the key. The hunt for Sinistrari and Lucy had entered the fin
