32
“Maybe you should make your own way home,” Freya suggests as we reach the path.
“Don’t be silly, Freya,” Jane says. “Why on earth wouldn’t he come with us in the car?”
“Look, if we get pulled over,” Freya replies, “then at least it’s just us who’ll get in trouble. If that HCA woman catches us with Ben, we’ll all be arrested. It’s not fair on Sean.”
“No, Freya,” Jane says. “He’s not walking home in the dark with those things out there.”
“It’s fine, Jane,” I say with a tight smile, pretending that I’m totally cool with facing a purebred again. “Freya’s right. I’ll use the back lanes. I’ll probably be home faster than you lot, anyway.”
Jane shakes her head. “This is silly. If we get caught, then I’ll tell them that Sean and you had nothing to do with it.”
“That won’t matter,” Freya
