‘Yes. They said something about a blind spot.’
Cam’s jaw drops. ‘Blind spot? Graeme is a senior technician. He’s solid. If there’s a serious problem, then there’s a serious problem.’ He looks at the pile of papers waiting his attention.‘Those schedules will have to wait until I track down Graeme and find out what’s going on.’
‘Let me help,’ I say. ‘I’m a teacher. I can basically solve every problem known to humankind.’
‘What about top-secret work schedules?’
‘My speciality.’
At least this raises a smile from him. I reach out to touch his arm. ‘It’s been a really fun day. I owe you one,’ I say, pleased that he looks more relaxed. ‘Now, what can I do?’
Cam considers me for a moment. ‘I know Geography isn’t your strong point but are you any good at organising people?’
‘Are you kidding me? I’m a professional people organiser. It’s my superpower.’
‘I thought you said doing a hundred jobs at once was your superpower?’
‘That is the very definition of being organised, Cameron.’
Me using his full name is causing some amusement. ‘And can I trust you here on your own while I go look for Graeme?’
‘Yes, but only if you stop calling him Gram and start pronouncing his name correctly. It’s GRAY – UM.’
Cam doesn’t rise to the bait. ‘And you haven’t just violated my trust by snooping at confidential papers or prying around in my bedroom?’
‘No, absolutely not. What a ridiculous thing to assume.’
We look again at the CONFIDENTIAL papers scattered beside me, the upended bedroom that looks like the aftermath of an orgy and the pile of condoms in the shape of glittery gold hearts spilling over the desk, and start smirking.
‘You had better tell me everything you overheard then,’ he says, shaking his head in disbelief. I’m just about to tell him when there’s more banging on the door. Cam throws his hands in the air, frustrated. Without saying a word, I dash into his bedroom, quietly close the door, and press my ear to it.
‘Hi Porscha. What’s up?’
‘Sorry to bother you, Cameron,’ says Porscha, her voice like honey. ‘But I forgot to mention something earlier.’
Sure you did.
‘Okay. What is it?’
‘Did I just hear voices?’
Oh dear.
‘I was on the phone sorting an issue,’ Cam lies smoothly.
‘I’ll need to come in. It’s, it’s rather… delicate.’
My hairy backside it is.
Cam sighs loudly. ‘Can’t it wait? Like I just said, I’m really busy.’
‘No, it can’t.’ She sounds a bit frosty now.
The trailer shakes slightly as she, presumably, forces her way in.
‘I’d kill for a coffee,’ she says.
‘If we could get right to the point. I’m just on my way out to find Graeme.’
