The next day, Yvonne shook me awake. There was a troubled look on her face, but the chance to ask her why she looked upset went by unused. As I squinted blearily at her, rubbing at my eyes, I heard a commotion outside the tent. They must have found Stefan, I thought. Let's see how Rosie holds up under pressure.
"Someone's been murdered," Euphie muttered, lacing up her shoes. The tent was large enough that we could leave our shoes at the entrance to the tent, as it was far enough from the bedrolls for it to be hygienic. Her gaze fell on my shoes, which were unusually muddy, as though I had stepped in wet soil the previous day.
"f*****g hell, Forrest," she whispered. Yvonne was still sitting next to me, and she raised her hand to her mouth, looking horrified. Both Euphie and Yvonne's eyes
