CHAPTER 40
SQUASHED UP AGAINST Jed, I could hear every word Emmy said. For someone who’d just been given a likely death sentence, she sounded remarkably calm.
“Why are you sitting on the ground?” she asked.
He jerked his head up. “How do you know?”
“I know everything. You should’ve realised that by now.”
Those darn spy pixies again—it had to be. I waited for her to tell him what he’d eaten for breakfast.
“Quit the bullshit.”
She sighed. “Fine, Mack patched me into the airport’s CCTV system on my phone. Are you going to put Chess down and do some work? Because maybe, just maybe, I’d like to get out of here. Old Abdallah here isn’t great company. Too quiet.”
I heard a thump, then a grunt—presumably Abdallah.
“And he doesn’t like football.”
Jed gave a small smile, focusing on the ca
