Chapter 10

Noon passed and Rob was going great guns. Sweltering people, many of them pink from the sun, flocked around his and Chez’s vans for ice creams and lollies. Rob gave out free cardboard sun hats to any especially pink-looking kids along with their ice creams—branded, of course. Then a sudden rush of customers appearing disgruntled made him look across the way to Chez’s van.

There was no queue by Chez’s van. The serving window was closed. Rob could see Chez up to something inside the van, looking a bit frantic. What the hell? Rob, with the ease of years of practice, went on serving while calling Chez’s mobile. No answer. Dammit. He had a brainwave and gave a blast of his chime. “The Teddy Bear’s Picnic” rang out across the field.

“We already know you’re here, mister,” a boy said.