Chapter 16
I climbed the stairs to Carl’s room and, as I walked along the hallway, I tested to make sure all of the doors were locked. Even Macca’s was secured, which made me feel better, despite the fact there was nothing left in there. His medals were probably worth very little – all the same, I was glad the wraith hadn’t got his hands on them.
I knocked lightly on Carl’s door, got no answer, and rapped loudly instead. There was shuffling and groaning inside, and the door opened just enough for me to see his face. His eyes were bloodshot, his unshaved whiskers were grey and dirty, and his woolly hair was flat on one side. I’d woken him up. Too bad. I needed some answers.
‘Can I come in?’
He avoided my eyes. ‘It’s pretty messy... smelly. I haven’t cleaned up...’
I pushed the door ope
