Chapter Sixteen
“There’s no point going over the whys, is there? Until we find out who’s doing it, we’ll never know why. Let’s concentrate on finding the bastard—or bastards,” Isaac said, putting his coffee mug down with more force than he’d intended. “As part of that, I think we also need to prove Matthew and I aren’t responsible.”
“And how do you suggest we do that?” Matthew asked.
“It’s pretty simple, really. Next full moon, Richard and a couple of other guys need to follow us down to the caves and watch us go in. Then they split up and wait outside the Gin entrance and the shaft in Eyam Dale, with tranquiliser darts for their protection. Obviously, we all know we can’t fit out of those exits in wolf form, but I’m covering all bases. I know it’s a big ask, Richard, to sit around from
