Rebel Without A Crew
Chapter One —DBO
“A good footman always knows who to spread a secret to.” —Beryl
DBO stood at the same “no need to shut” gate Vegas had stood at.
She inhaled the damp air. She knew the moment the shed exploded that there was no turning back. And did she care?
Not one jot.
She felt excited, liberated, a new woman. All her life she had been waiting for something big to happen, something better than, well, anything so far, and here she was—out into the unknown, advising Vegas, the biggest Voted In since Hilda herself.
She stopped for a moment to take it all in . . .
This was her chance to make her mark, change things, and the thought thrilled her.
“I am going in,” she said to Verruca. “When there is saving to be done, you can’t hang around.”
“And Vegas,” said V
