“No,” Tracey said, shaking her head. It was dangerous to have come down to the pitch at all. Going into the locker room was a bad idea. But where could they go? The bleachers were hardly the best spot to talk. “Just…let’s just go somewhere we can talk…privately.”
Already walking, hoping Tracey would lead her, Tracey answered, “I don’t know how she found out.” Sadly, Sara had not let slip exactly how she had found out. She seemed fixated on the necklace and Valentine’s Day. Maybe she had seem them there at some point?
“She…scared me. And she said some awful things…” Her throat bobbed as she fought back tears.
Though she hadn't done it in ages, she took a fag out of a crumpled pack. Brining it to her lips, she lit it with the tip of her wand and took a deep drag.