CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Justin climbed the stairs. He was looking forward to a cold drink and a big fat joint. A nice peaceful couple of hours until the heat went out of the sun and then perhaps a stroll around the market square.
It was hot, and his mission was accomplished, it was time to chill.
As soon as he popped his head onto terrace level, Trudy spotted him.
“Where have you been?” she wanted to know. “There’s no hairdryer,” she added, somehow implying that was important.
“Your hair looks lovely.” He smiled at her to show he meant it. ‘All women love a compliment,’ he thought.
She took a deep, controlled breath. But before she could reply, Megan appeared.
“We’re hungry,” said the child. “We wanna go and eat.”
Justin frowned. She seemed to be suggesting he adjust his plans to suit othe
