Carrying her bundle, and leaving her backpack in the front of the van, Mallory got in the back. Brodie, who stood beside Callum, closed the door as soon as she was in. She dumped her gear on the seat and changed out of her school uniform. It was a chore changing in the cramped space of the van. Jeans weren’t the easiest to put on when you were seated. But she managed, slipping on her woollen socks and soft, leather boots. “I’m ready.” She checked her phone. It had taken longer than she’d expected. It was seven forty-six.
The door slid open and the rest of the party clambered in, Ryan locking the door behind them. He dropped the keys and his phone on the floor near the door, nodding towards the laptop on the far side of the van. “Someone turn my laptop on?”
Mallory, being the closest, op
