A squealing wheel heralds the arrival of the tea trolley. The missing girls watch the tea being poured from their photos pinned around a local map. Pippa hastily swallows her digestive.
“Is there a Petrol Station on the B28?”
“Yup. Texaco.”
“It’s a pattern... Look!”
She points around the map explaining her reasoning feeling like today, perhaps, some progress has been made.