Chapter EightJAS MET IDRIS OUTSIDE the hostel. It was good to see him again, and it was good to get out. She’d spent long hours cooped up with Makey, worried that, if he was left alone, someone would come into her room or he would make a noise and be discovered. If he were taken back to his parents’ house, there wouldn’t be much anyone could do to help him.
The morning light and the sight of the lieutenant lifted her mood.
“It’s good to see you again,” said Idris. “Sorry I haven’t been round. Since the news about that missing boy came out, we’ve been searching for him from sunup to sundown.”
“I know. I heard about it. It’s the kid you took back home the day we met, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Idris frowned. “How’d you know that?”
“I remembered his name. Makey.”
“Oh right. Well, we’re still se
