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at eight tomorrow morning, okay? I need to find out what Kevin was up to.’
    There were mutters of assent, and then silence fell.
    It took me forever to get to sleep. I wasn’t excited tonight. And, thanks to the brilliant sleeping bag, I wasn’t even cold. I was just scared.
    Why were they worried about what this Kevin guy was up to? And why was nobody concerned about his injury? Maybe it was a good thing Finn hadn’t answered my questions. Maybe I didn’t want to know.
    I wished I was safe in my bed in Dad’s house. No one knew I was here, except Becky and Dex. And I couldn’t see them being any use.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    GEORGE
    It felt like I didn’t sleep at all but I must have done. When I woke up I lay there for a while. I wasn’t sure what else to do. I checked my phone – still no signal – and then switched it off. I was going to need to save battery.
    I stayed in my sleeping bag and read until hunger finally got to me. Then I dressed, awkwardly, still lying down, and unzipped the tent. I needed food and I needed not to have to keep relying on Becky for it. Making that decision made me feel a bit better, grumpy rather than scared. I laced up my walking boots, the only sensible thing to wear with all this wet grass, and marched across to the line of campervans.
    There were a few people about, but no one took any notice of me.
    I knocked tentatively on the door of Dex and Becky’s van. I really didn’t want to find Dex was the only one here. I needn’t have worried. Becky was alone, still dressed in the pink silk ballroom dress and black jeans of yesterday. I wondered if she had even been to bed. She looked odd, pale and unfocused.
    ‘Oh, it’s you.’
    ‘Yeah. I need some breakfast. I don’t really want to have to keep hassling you so can I take some stuff over to the tent? Or is there somewhere I can buy stuff? Or …’
    Becky was looking at me blankly. ‘Huh?’
    ‘Breakfast?’
    ‘We don’t really do breakfast here,’ she said, looking around vaguely as though food might jump out for her. At least she stepped back from the doorway, so I could climb inside.
    She sat down and closed her eyes. I was beginning to wonder if she was ill. But it probably wasn’t that. It was probably alcohol, or drugs. I mean, that’s what people did at places like this, wasn’t it?
    ‘Okay if I get myself some bread?’ I said. I just wanted to find some food and go. I didn’t like seeing her like this.
    ‘Fine.’ She waved a hand towards the cupboards and collapsed backwards on the unmade bed.
    I began to search. There were all of the tins they’d taken from Dad’s house, and a lot less wine than I remembered. A few pots and pans, but not much in the way of fresh food. I found some sliced bread and a jar of peanut butter and made myself a sandwich. I took it back to my tent to eat, along with the remains of the loaf and some cheese for later.
    Once I’d eaten I felt a lot better. I went and fetched water from the standpipe and rinsed my face. Then I did my best to reapply make-up in a mirror that was about ten centimetres square. Then I felt ready to face the world.
    The first person I came across when I crawled out this second time was Cami. He would do, I thought.
    ‘I’m supposed to be helping here,’ I said to him, trying to be assertive. ‘Do I go and sign in with someone or what?’
    He looked at me thoughtfully. At least he didn’t seem stoned or high or whatever was wrong with Becky. ‘You’d better meet Marcus. Come on, I’ll take you.’
    Yes, this was better! I fell in beside him as he walked across the wet grass. It seemed to work, asking for what you wanted. I had food, and was going to meet Marcus. So why not ask some other questions? I really wanted to know more about what had happened last night.
    ‘I thought I heard an ambulance or something, yesterday evening,’ I said, darting a glance sideways at him.
    ‘Aye, and the bloody polis. Get their bloody beaks in