‘What do you think, Luce? Heads or tails?’ ‘I think—’ ‘Heads? Interesting choice. Let’s see.’ There was a blur of movement, too fast for the eye to follow. ‘Ah, it’s tails. Unlucky, Luce. Here’s the crowbar.’ Lockwood grinned. ‘Nice try, George, but you’re doing it. Let’s fetch the tools and seals.’ Breathing a sigh of relief, I led the way to the duffel bags. George followed with ill grace.
