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The other reason Jan believed Chris had lied to the police was that she was certain it hadn’t been Bill in her garden last night. She’d seen Bill Smith wandering around the village and he was a big man, over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a large stomach. Although the image in the video hadn’t been clear, the person certainly wasn’t tall and broad. They were much shorter, smaller and thinner. But why had Chris lied? Had he recognized the person in her garden and was covering up for them? There was no other explanation.
Jan fully intended to take another video if possible that evening and then go to the police with the full story. Now someone else had reported a strange sighting she felt sure that, together with the video clip, her fears would be taken seriously. She could imagine the teenage girl’s horror when she’d gone into the kitchen. The police were putting it down to an animal getting in, but Jan knew differently. Food seemed to entice them, and Jan would be using it again tonight. But she wouldn’t be showing Chris her evidence this time. He couldn’t be trusted. After she’d gone to the police, she’d call Camile and say she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Enough was enough. This was supposed to have been a quiet retreat to give her time to heal, and it was anything but.
At 7.30 Jan arranged the food she’d prepared around the outer edges of the patio, not close up to the window as she had done before, then returned indoors. She shut Tinder in her bedroom and then, downstairs again, opened the living-room curtains. Hardly daring to breathe, she put on her jacket, boots, scarf, beanie hat and gloves, and, tucking her phone into her pocket, quietly let herself out of the back door, closing it again behind her. The light from the living room shone out over the patio. From outside looking in, it was obvious that no one was in the living room. They would be wary about being caught a third time, so she was using a different tactic tonight and showing them the room was empty.
Struggling to believe she was actually doing this, Jan crossed the lawn to the shed at the bottom of the garden and let herself in. Thankfully Camile had kept it reasonably clean – there were just a few cobwebs hanging in the crevices.