Reg, the former deputy mayor of Bindberg, wore a suit the colour of bitter, milk-less coffee. When it was his turn he stood up and simply said, ‘We can’t have infection within these walls. I vote yes.’
‘Just like that?’ Said Kat.
He folded his arms. ‘Yeah, just like that. The more time we spend flapping our gums here is more time that she could escape from that hut you’ve got her stashed in out back. If she’s sick and she’s dancing with The Lady and she finds her way in here then we’re all dead. Again, I vote yes.’