7
HALLIE
Jake Burns worked behind the counter of a builders’ merchant in the town of Bonnyrigg, a half hour south of Edinburgh. Dair had meandered into the store earlier to check that Jake was indeed there, and now we were the proud owners of a hammer, a spirit level, and three kinds of nails. Maybe Paige could make use of them? Although if Emmy’s text was anything to go by, we should have bought bathroom sealant and a spare faucet.
“Coming up to lunchtime,” Dair said.
I already knew that. My stomach had been grumbling for the past hour. Skipping breakfast in favour of an extra twenty minutes’ sleep had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I was starving, and unlike Ford, Dair didn’t keep a package of candy in his glove compartment.
“Hallelujah.” The big question was whether J
