“All right then, Miss Cavendish. We got some bad elements on the run in the area, all roads into Oxford are locked down. But I’ll call ahead so they’ll let you pass. Wouldn’t want to have your Mr. Baker perish because criminals are running through our beautiful Oxfordshire country side. Drive carefully now.”
Sammy pulled off slowly. Forest sighed with relief. Spaceflight, a broken foot, and the local heat. Too much stress in one day. He needed to get into Clara’s house and regroup.
“Thanks, guys, you have no idea how much good you’re doing.”
“From your tone, we surmise that you’re not going to tell us,” Kenneth asked without a hint of malice.
“No more than I have to. It wouldn’t be of any benefit to you guys.”
“Bet you don’t hate the pigs as much as we do.”
“You’d be surprised,” Fore
