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Barely half an hour later, Ollie arrived at the sheep shed calling for Tristan. Alfie put a hand on Tristan’s shoulder and motioned for silence. He slid away and then moments later when Ollie called again Alfie emerged from behind them and nodded.
“Over here,” Tristan called, and the boy grinned and ran over.
“I have found out things for you, but you have to promise something first.” His too old eyes were serious.
“I will do my best.”
Ollie took a deep breath and then stuck out his chin. “Sam isn’t here anymore. Dante took him. Sam said he would take us with him to get us away from Mosely. If we help you find Sam will you take us to him and get us away from here?”
Tristan wanted to hug the boy, but he stuck out a hand. “It’s a deal.” Ollie shook.
Ollie was still staring. “And Arthur?”
“And Arthur.”