6. What Dad Knows
Mina
We’d done our best to keep information trades with the Splinters to a minimum, being extra careful to keep the hints we’d gotten from The Owl quiet, so Dad wouldn’t do anything that might ruin our best source just to find out who it was. To make the most of Billy’s offer, though, some communication was unavoidable.
From the look Dad gave Ben and me when we walked into his workshop an hour late for dinner, splattered from head to toe with mud and carrying the broken shovel, he could already guess these were information-sharing special circumstances.
“Billy’s back in town,” I informed him without preamble. “Who’s this?”
I’d never seen Dad’s workshop occupied by anyone but him before. The woman whose presence was now vying with our news for most pressing issue rota
