Page 67 of Summer Showers at Elder Fell Farm

‘It does look like it, but I’m sure it belongs to another camper.’

‘No, it’s Dad’s car. Really, Mam, it is!’

As she drew closer to it and read the registration number she realised Harry was right. James was in the driver’s seat. Next to him, Laurie’s stony face was set in a rigid expression of disapproval. Had she made some mistake and kept Harry longer than she should’ve done, and had they come to fetch him? Was something wrong? Was someone ill or hurt? If not, why were they here?

Harry went rushing over to them as Amy parked in her usual spot behind the tent. He was chattering away, but James paid no attention, talking over him.

‘Where have you been! We’ve been waiting for hours!’

‘I’m sorry, James, Laurie. I didn’t know you were coming.’

‘I sent you a message,’ James said tersely. ‘I sent you several messages over the last few days, which you chose to ignore, until we had to come ourselves.’

‘Is something wrong?’

‘Yes. Yes, it is, Amy,’ he said, getting out of the car. ‘Something is very, very wrong, and I want you to explain to me exactly what you’ve been doing to my son?’

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