Chapter Thirteen
“So, we’re going down to the caves this early because…” Isaac said to his brother as they walked out of the village on the main road.
“Because,” Matthew replied, “although Tom assured me he and his stupid friends have seen sense and aren’t going to attempt to follow us, I’m being cautious. Overly cautious, I’m sure, but you know the saying—better safe than sorry.”
Isaac nodded. “Fair enough. It’s a small price to pay. And come morning, this will all be over. They’ll know the dead sheep was a tragic one-off and that it was nothing to do with us, and we can forget all about it. Thank God. It’s seemed like a really long month, hasn’t it?”
Something in his brother’s melancholy tone drew a sharp glance from Matthew. “Yeah, I suppose. This isn’t just about the sheep thing, i
