CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“So where are we going tonight?”
“Ta-da!” Fairy produced a bottle of prosecco from the fridge. “We’ll have a couple of fortifying glasses of fizz and then…” She tapped a drum-roll on the kitchen worktop, “then we’re staggering down the hill to Surf’s Up. If we can find some of Rory’s mates there, we might find out where the boy is hiding.”
“Oh God. Surf’s Up? Are you serious? I’ll feel like somebody’s granny in there. And I’m wearing all the wrong clothes. I need ripped jeans and a t-shirt with a boogie board and a Hawaiian sunset on it.”
“They’ll all be too out of their heads down there to notice what we’re wearing.”
“Okay. But…” Leah paused. “You don’t think it’s wrong of me to be out partying when Nat’s only just died, do you?”
“What would Nat tell you to do?”
