Chapter 13
They stepped out of the inn wrapped up against the chill, and after admiring the sea again, they headed up into the town. The place was quiet, with few people around.
“Do you have any idea where to start?” Charlie said.
Harry shook his head.
“Well, let us walk about the streets a little and work our way down to the harbour. He may well have gone to look at the boats and the lighthouse.”
Harry nodded. That was Charlie. Neat and methodical. Harry just wanted to run about like a madman until he found Julian. He made himself follow Charlie’s plan. At least Charlie seemed to know his way about.
A thought occurred to Harry. “Do you visit Scarborough often?”
“Not really,” Charlie said. “I’ve been a few times. I quite like walking on the cliffs, and visiting the bookshop.”
Harry
