Peg opened the flap to her tent and climbed in. Each tent held twenty people in sleeping bags. Peg had managed to get a spot in the middle which was great now because when the flap opened the cold wind blew in and the people nearest the door shivered when it hit them.
Kat was sat up reading by torchlight.
‘Morning, counsellor,’ said Peg, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
‘Doctor, your breath smells like onions,’ said Kat.
Kat smiled but looked unhappy, ‘Meeting today?’
‘Yep,’ Peg nodded, ‘It’s time to decide if we’re gonna kill Bea.’