HE MURDER WERE ENJOYING a late breakfast and really didn’t like being disturbed. Most of them rose into the air with a clatter, annoyed by the stranger making his way over the faint path across the grass from their trees.
Kevin hadn’t hung around talking this morning. He’d gone back to his own table and carried on whatever he did there with the short thin sticks and the sheets he made marks on. He was piling them up under stones this morning. Grackle was supervising him as usual, tolerating the personal attention in return for extra treats, shiny things, and a warm place to sleep.
The stranger was someone Grackle recognised, though. The tall man, Web, from a few weeks ago. That one wasn’t a threat and the Murder settled down again. There was plenty of breakfast left.
Kevin looked up at
