Lost and Found: The Evie Chester Files: Case One (The Evie Chester Case Files Book 1) by Nita Round

Author:Nita Round [Round, Nita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pink Tea Books
Published: 2020-11-01T16:00:00+00:00

The next day, two of Bethwood’s men opened the top half of the door, checked where Evie and Florie were, and opened the bottom half.

“Get back,” one of them barked. His voice was slurred with the dialect of the farms to the south west.

Evie had no intention of approaching them, and neither did Florie by the way she sat against the wall farthest from the door.

“We don’t wanna be catching no witch shit from you,” slurred the other.

Evie sighed, but didn’t respond.

They slid a box across the floor. Neither of them stepped inside the building.

“You can come in,” Evie said. “We will stay over here if you like.”

One grunted and took away the slop bucket, replacing it with an empty one. He grunted again, and this time he pushed a jug of water into the room. He didn’t touch anything else and didn’t take away the other jug.

The door slammed shut, the locks were reapplied, and they heard nothing more.

“Guess they didn’t want to get too close,” Evie said.

“I know. I thought the one looked terrified.” Florie laughed. “Good.”

“Not if we want them to bring us food.”

“They will. Put what we don’t want near the door and anything we want to keep, put as far away as we can. We have three jugs now. That makes saving water easier.”

Evie had to agree.

“Anyway, what’s in the box?” Florie asked. She sounded happy as they went to peek inside. Like she was getting a gift.

“You open it,” Evie said.

Inside, on the top, rested two bowls covered with tin lids and surrounded by two thin blankets. Evie wondered if they were to keep the bowls upright, or because the night air could be chilly even at this time of year. She found two spoons, too. To that they had added half a loaf, and although a little on the stale side, it would last a few days at least. A thick slice of cheese the size of Florie’s hand and almost as thick as one of her fingers sat under one bowl, and inside a waxed paper pocket were dried apple rings. Luxury.

Evie opened one of the lid tops, and inside, the bowls contained a thin but cold soup. Fat had congealed around the rim, and it didn’t look too appetising. Florie cooed as though they had been given more money than she could carry.

“How long will it have to last do you think?” Evie asked.

Florie shrugged. “Drops like this are not often. I’ve only had cheese once.”

“We should eat well now, and if we get a chance to grab more when we go outside, take whatever we can get a hold of.”

“Yes.”

Evie looked at the cool soup. Soup? More like dirty dishwater, but she was hungry.

“It’s a feast,” said Florie.

Evie didn’t tell her about all the food she’d had from Agatha at the guest house or Mrs Arkwright at the Ellis-Wearing house. Sometimes it was good to hear of another’s fortune, and sometimes it broke one's heart.

“Wish it was hot, though,” Evie said.

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