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“I think I just had that same nightmare.”
    “So you know it’s a trap then?” he asked, still sounding breathless.
    “What do you mean, kid?” Murphy said.
    “Someone has already told them that we are coming,” Isidor gasped.
    Hearing this, Murphy looked at us and said, “Get your stuff together, we’re moving out.”

Chapter Seven
    While we had slept the day away, more rain had fallen and we sunk into the mud outside the barn. The night sky was now clear of clouds, and was shot with a speckling of stars. The moon sat high, looking bright and perfectly round against the night. Potter was lent against a nearby tree, a cigarette winking on and off in the dark as he sucked on the end of it. He looked alone, and a part of me felt sad for him. A part of me wanted to go to him. I hated those feelings. Looking away, I glanced at Luke who had been watching me. I smiled at him and he winked back.
    “This way,” Murphy said, setting off across the fields, a trail of blue smoke wafting from his pipe.
    I stole one more quick glance back over my shoulder at Potter, who had stepped away from the tree and was now following us. His hands thrust into his coat pocket and his face looking grim.
    Just like a sulky school boy, I thought. Smiling to myself, I began to follow Murphy.
    “Hang on!” Luke called out. “I want to check out that farmhouse first.”
    “Why?” Murphy asked. “It is not essential to our -”
    “I’m starving!” Luke half-smiled.
    “Me too,” Isidor said.
    Looking them up and down, Murphy said, “Okay, but we’d better be quick. I want to keep moving,” he didn’t sound angry, but impatient. Turning, we followed him in single-file across the field towards the farmhouse.
    We crept around the side of the building and ducked along the outside of the back wall. We came to a door and Isidor pointed to a set of footprints in the mud, which headed away across the fields.
    “These tracks are fresh. Whoever lives here has gone for the time being,” he said.
    “Not another one,” Potter groaned.
    “Another what?” Isidor asked, looking at him through the gloom at the rear of the farm house.
    Then glancing at me, Potter said, “We’ve already got one Nancy Drew on the team – we don’t need another.”
    Ignoring him, I said to the others, “Wait here while I go check out the front of the house.” Before anyone of them could say anything, I was gone.
    Peering around the side wall of the house, I could see a small front garden and a path that ran from the front door to a muddy driveway. Slipping from my hiding place, I edged along the front of the house. Peering in through the front window, I could see the house was in darkness. Turning away, I passed a trash can and two rubbish sacks. There was a small car parked outside a small wooden shack. After peering into the car, I turned away and made my way back to the others who were hiding at the rear of the farmhouse. Reaching my friends, Murphy cocked an eyebrow and said, “So? Is the coast clear?”
    “For the time being,” I told him.
    “What’s that s’pose to mean?” Potter said.
    “Shhh,” Luke hushed him. “Let Kiera speak.”
    “Three people live here,” I started. “One man and one woman – married – Mr. and Mrs. Kenner. They have a daughter. She’s a toddler – no more than three-years-old. They own two cars. The one out front and another – some kind of four-by-four – a Range Rover, I think. They left in that vehicle about an hour ago. The husband has taken his wife and daughter somewhere – to stay with relatives in all probability. The mother and child will stay – but he will be back and not before too long.”
    Clapping his hands slowly together and smirking at me, Potter said, “Very good Miss Marple…is that it?”
    Staring back at him hard, I said, “Before they left, the family sat down to a meal which consisted of roast chicken and corn on the cob. Mrs. Kenner uses L’Oreal shampoo and likes to listen