Chapter Eight(11)

‘Fifty minutes to half past five.’ She reported, glancing at the watch she had tied on her wrist. ‘When are they coming, nevertheless? Aren’t they going to come early?’
‘They are already here. As I said, they’ve already finished preparing.’
‘What is so special about five thirty?’
Lydia’s face, nearly entirely hidden in darkness, was unreadable as she replied, ‘For the Ferris Wheel to explode.’ Her tone was flat, like she was just stating a fact.