Chapter 3
It was the following evening and filming had finished again for the day. Jack had taken the bus into town on his own to fetch some vegetables for supper and had come back to find the other young men outside his trailer again.
Tomasz jumped back guiltily. Quinn just shrugged. Gerry pretended to peer at his post-production notes on the clipboard.
“Not again,” Jack sighed, only half to himself.
“We were just calling on him, to ask him if he wanted supper,” Gerry said.
Quinn raised a more-than-expressive eyebrow.
“The door is locked,” Tomasz explained. “And he is not answering our knocking.”
“But he never locks the door!” Jack knew he sounded petulant but seemed unable to stop himself.
“That is known to us all,” Tomasz grumbled. “That is why, when it’s even a little open, we
