Chapter 115

“Good plan,” muttered Alfie, and set off down the road from the main house and made a show of leaving.

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Tristan and Gareth hid a little way from the farm in an old sheep shed whilst Alfie disappeared from sight.

“We still have no idea where he has taken Sam,” Tristan said after a while, voicing the thing that had been hammering inside his head ever since they had set off from the house. He couldn’t bear the overwhelming sense of helplessness, and the feeling that he had completely failed Sam that threatened to engulf him.

“He will end up back in Dante’s, I would say,” Gareth said. “I can only think that he means us to follow. Who knows what Dante is thinking?”

Alfie’s footsteps quietened them. As he crunched his way over to the shed they stood up and brushed twigs away.