“Um… are we… trespassing? Is that what’s happening right now?” I ask, glancing around the farmhouse.
Seb shoots a look at me and gives me an easy smile. “Of course not, love,” he says, and even though I might be an unwitting accomplice to a crime, I still feel my stomach flutter at that endearment.
“Ye damn sure are!” the man bellows, and okay, maybe I’m actually getting better at the accent because I understood him perfectly.
‘What about a pigeon-deflecting helmet?’
Connor was leaning back in his chair with a biro in his mouth. ‘That covers points seven and eight.’
‘No, it doesn’t. Putting on a deflecting helmet wouldn’t cure my fear of pigeons. It would just keep them away from me. I sighed. Don’t assume I didn’t already think about that one.’
I set Josie Graham on fire.