Chapter NineLater that same afternoon, as Ben poured out a cup of tea for his Nan, there came a persistent pounding on the front door. “If that's the insurance man, the money's on the side,” called Nan from her room, but it wasn't the insurance man, it was Trevor. And he looked worried.
Ben stood aside as Trevor came in, out of breath and flustered. Before Ben could even open his mouth, Trevor regaled what had happened. “After you ran off, a busy came to our camp.”
“A busy?”
“Policeman, copper.”
“Oh God. What did he want?”
“You didn't see him?”
“No. Not … What happened?”
Trevor blew out a loud breath and walked into the kitchen. Without asking, he took down a cup from their rack and filled it up with water from the tap. He drank it down, gasping when he finished. “He'd come over the
