The way Agenor narrowed his eyes at the map was more meaningful than any word of agreement could have been. ‘Any buildings around?’ ‘A few farming sheds.’ Rosalind shrugged. ‘Won’t be much of a problem if they get damaged.’ Agenor nodded agonisingly slowly, thoughts spinning behind his eyes. ‘And that door – how visible is it?’ ‘I regularly walked past it for fifteen years and never wondered what it was until I was voted into office and they told me,’ Rosalind said dryly. ‘It's very inconspicuous.’
