Chapter 6
They were awoken the following morning by a burst of sharp, insistent banging on the wooden door of the hut. Even the glass in the windows added a rattle to the din.
“Dominic! Get out here now!”
It was Tom.
“Quick, get under the bed,” Dominic whispered.
“No,” said Dale fervently shaking his head. “It’s the first place he’ll look.”
“Get out here right now, Mister!”
Dominic, with no other choice, bounded across the floor to the door and pulled it open. It was Tom all right and he looked pretty rough. The black rings under his red-rimmed eyes attested to a sleepless night, though they couldn’t hide the desperation that he wore like a mask. The man was frantic rather than angry.
“For f**k’s sake, put some clothes on!” growled Tom as though he had the authority to dictate how
