Chapter Thirty‘What can I help you with?’ Jack sits down across the table from us. We’re in the room leading on from the one we were just in; it still has a sort of living-room-vibe, but no TV and more tables and chairs. It’s very quiet.
‘Well.’ I swallow. ‘We were just wondering if we could maybe ask you some questions?’
Jack hesitates. He takes in our school jumpers, rucksacks and faces. ‘What about?’
We look at each other. ‘Your job, I guess,’ I say carefully. ‘Your experiences with people here. It’s for a… project.’
‘Right. Okay.’ Jack looks a little uncomfortable.
‘Do you mind if we record this conversation?’ Daisy asks, producing her recorder. Jack raises his eyebrows but nods. ‘Cheers.’
I take the lid off my pen and hold it above my notebook. ‘How long have you worked here?’
