“But, what about Laura?” Ben asked.
Mike shrugged, “Dunno, coincidence I guess.”
“Really?” Ben asked.
“Of course, how would I have had anything to do with it? I don’t have a key for the girl’s room, do I? And I know they lock their door at night.”
Ben knew this was true. Wow, maybe Laura really had wet the bed herself. Ben looked around the canteen, and his eyes found her, sitting at a table with just Amanda, looking very red faced. Maybe she’d had a taste of her own medicine.
“The best bit is they didn’t have the plastic sheets on their beds. The hostel wants to charge them for the ruined mattresses, and because Mr Allen says it was their own faults for being drunk and taking of the sheets they have to pay themselves.”