didnât see me, did you? You didnât know I was watching?â He sounded eager.
âNo,â Ali agreed, a bit grudgingly. âWe didnât see you.â
âWeâd have run a mile if we had!â Caitlin said.
âAw, Caitlin, donât be like that. I havenât seen you all holidays,â Gez said, grinning.
Caitlin scowled. âHalf-term only started two days ago.â
âI know. But it feels like ages. What are you two up to? Can I play?â Gez asked.
âNo,â Caitlin said. âLeave us alone, or Falcon will eat you. Sheâs a demon dog. She eats boys for breakfast. Especially ginger ones. They taste like marmalade.â
Gez laughed. âNo, she isnât. That dog is a scaredy-cat. Sheâs frightened of her own shadow. Iâve seen it!â
âNo, you havenât!â Caitlin said indignantly.
âI have too! Last night.â
Ali looked across at Caitlin and gripped Falconâs lead tighter. Gez had seen something last night! They had found a witness. Well, really the witness had found them. But it amounted to the same thing. âWhere did you see Falcon last night? Was it here?â
âShh!â Gez held a finger up to his lips. âNot here. Not out in the open. Come on, follow me. Iâll tell you everything I know.â
Gez stepped off the path, into the bushes. Ali followed, leading Falcon behind him. Caitlin came last. Ali could hear her complaining quietly about the mud on her trainers.
The bushes were a thick tangle on either side, but a narrow passage had been forced through. Gez led the way, crouched low and stepping carefully so that he hardly made a sound. Then the branches seemed to lift a little. There was a small clearing surrounded by brambles and dark, wet leaves. The clearing was just big enough for two plastic crates and a log. Gez sat down on one of the plastic crates and stretched out. âWelcome to my office. Take a seat.â He waved towards the log. Caitlin rolled her eyes, then sat on the crate. Ali took the log. Falcon sat on the wet ground and managed to look expectant.
âSo you saw Falcon last night? Was she with Dave?â Ali asked.
Gez nodded gravely.
âWell, tell us then!â Caitlin said.
âOK, OK, keep your hair on. Iâll tell you.â Gez leaned in closer and began to whisper. âIt was about ten thirty. I was in my room. My mum thought I was asleep, but I wasnât. I was looking out of the window.â
âWhy?â asked Ali.
âBecause no one goes to bed at half ten unless theyâre a baby.â
Thatâs not true , Ali thought. He would have been in bed himself if it hadnât been for Caitlin knocking on the door. âI meant why were you looking out the window?â
Gez looked a bit embarrassed. âWell, you see, Iâve been hearing this owl some nights. It hoots down by the river. You know, âTu-whit, tu-whooâ. Iâve never seen it, but I was looking out for it. It would be cool to see an owl, wouldnât it?â
Ali nodded. âYou know, it isnât one bird making that noise; itâs two. The female bird says, âTu-whit-tu,â and then the male bird answers, âWhoo.ââ
âReally?â Gez was impressed. âDo you know about birds and animals then? I used to see foxes here sometimes. Urban ones. But I havenât seen them in ages. I hope theyâre OK. Do foxes migrate, do you think?â
âBoys! Gez! Get to the point,â Caitlin said.
âOh, sorry. So, I was at my window. I had the light off in the room so that I could see out better. Then I saw a man and a dog, walking down the road. That dog.â Gez pointed at Falcon, who thumped her tail on the ground.
âThat was my dad. What happened next?â Caitlin leaned forward, balanced right on the edge of the crate.
âThen I saw someone else moving on the river path. I hadnât seen him at