Of course she doesn’t, Karen thinks and picks up the teapot.

‘Well, except for juices and shit like that,’ Leo continues. ‘Did you know you can eat grass? Or at least drink it. Apparently incredibly bloody healthy.’

‘Help yourself,’ Karen says, gesturing towards the kitchen window. ‘You can start with the goosefoot down by the woodshed and graze your way over to the driveway.’

Leo chortles.

‘Are you still in a mood?’ he asks and cuts a slice of the bread that has been sitting out since Karen had breakfast several hours earlier. ‘Want some?’ he adds, holding the knife up questioningly.

‘No, thanks. Or actually, yes. Cut me one, too.’

‘So, what was all that about? Last night, I mean.’

‘Nothing. I was just tired. I guess I didn’t feel like I . . . fitted in. It’s not really my thing, you know.’

‘What? Good music, good food and an open bar? And happy people celebrating a job well done? Since when isn’t that “your thing”?’

She makes no reply.

‘Anyway, apparently I don’t have to go into town today,’ Leo says and yawns again. ‘We can’t do anything without Luna. Worst comes to worst, we’ll have to get an early start tomorrow morning, or she can forget about making changes, according to Kore. Another band is coming in at the end of the week.’

‘Where is she staying? A hotel?’

‘Hardly. A borrowed villa down on Frisel. Otherwise we wouldn’t have been able to keep the fact that she’s here secret. Everyone had to sign a non-disclosure agreement. You’ve promised to keep your trap shut, too, right?’

He gives her an urgent look.

‘Sure, I haven’t told a soul. But has anyone gone over there? To the villa on Frisel, I mean. She could be there even if she’s not answering her phone, you know. Maybe she’s had an accident, or overdosed . . . Oh, no, right, she’s clean as the driven snow.’

Leo shakes his head. Then a shadow of concern darkens his face.

‘Kore said he’ll head over there tonight if he hasn’t heard from her. What? You think we should be worried?’

‘I have no opinion. None at all.’

But I do wonder why Kore called you of all people to find out where Luna might have got to.

Just then the front door opens and a mix of relief and irritation surges through her when she hears Sigrid’s voice.

‘Hello! Anyone home?’

Leo shoots Karen a warning look.

‘Tread carefully,’ he says. ‘She’s nineteen.’

Then he leans forward and squints.

‘What the hell is that stuff on your face, anyway?’

Chapter 3

3

‘Nope, I’m driving,’ she says and snatches the keys out of Leo’s hand. ‘You’re probably still hungover.’