Barrett looked at O’Bryan, then tipped his boot upside down to get rid of the pebbles inside.
“I bet it was that scruffy mongrel.” He grumbled, making a mental note to drown Jack in the sea later.
“I didn’t know ghosts needed sleep.” He said to O’Bryan.
“Maybe we should get going before he figures out it was us?” Callan smiled at Flor.
Jack tugged on Waffle’s trouser leg and showed off his stag carving.