Chapter 18Mary came out onto the veranda of the Smith’s house, wrapped in thick blankets. She could not sleep. Hardly anyone could that night. The blonde stood at the door, looking towards the tents of investigating agents and criminals. She took a step forward, then another, much slower. She stood motionless for a moment and only then stepped out into the courtyard.
She shuddered as cold raindrops hit her. She adjusted her blankets and quickened her stride, heading for the delinquents' tent.
“Excuse me,” she whispered timidly.
“Hm?” muttered Connor sleepily. Adrien lifted himself on his elbows.
“Are you awake? I just wanted to... I'm worried about the investigators,” she choked out, pressing the blanket tighter to her body. With her free hand she brushed away the wet strands sticking
