Raven didn't notice the girls' sudden attention. “A promise, maybe broken, the evil eye, a photograph out of time, a dead flower, an unlucky ticket and sample DNA, all wrapped up in a web, buried seven paces from an ancient tragedy. What's the link?” He looked directly at dad. “Do you have the internet?”
The girls were up now, darting to the back wall and pacing backwards and forwards, sniffing.
“We do, but the blessed laptop's been playing up. A chap at work's looking at it for me.”
Both girls stopped, hissed, and raced from the room.
