Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
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Returning indoors, Jan took off her outdoor shoes and went upstairs. The cottage had two bedrooms. The main one at the front was Camile’s and she’d cleared it out so Jan could use it. The second, a smaller bedroom, was at the rear of the cottage and Camile used it for storage. Jan had looked in when she’d first arrived but not since. There’d been no need to.
She went in. As well as a single bed, a small wardrobe and a chest of drawers, it was full of Camile’s belongings, some from the main bedroom to make space for Jan. Clothes she didn’t need were in sealed polythene bags on the bed, and the storage boxes on the floor seemed to contain books, photograph albums, old CDs, DVDs, china ornaments and other knick-knacks.
Jan carefully picked her way around the boxes to the window. The sensor light was just below it on the other side. However, the bed was pushed right up against the wall, so she couldn’t see where the cable came in. She pulled the bed away from the wall and the junction box came into view. She squeezed into the space between the bed and the wall. She would need a screwdriver to take off the front of the box to get to the fuse. But then, as she took a closer look, she saw the on–off switch was set to off. Surely it couldn’t be that simple? She flicked it on. Could it have accidentally got switched off when the bed had been pushed against the wall to make room for the boxes? But wouldn’t Camile have checked that?
Jan went downstairs. The more likely explanation was that the light had broken and Camile had switched it off at source. Without bothering to change out of her slippers, Jan stepped outside and looked up at the light. She stared in amazement as the small infrared light flashed, suggesting it was working. The real test would come after dark. She’d check it as soon as the daylight faded, but now she had to go to the village shop for the milk she needed.
FIVE
Detective Constable Beth Mayes sat at her desk in the open-plan office at Coleshaw Police Station. It was Saturday and she was doing overtime alongside a few colleagues. With no major incident currently under investigation, most of the others were at home with their families. Beth was catching up with some administration work, form-filling and report-writing, which was mainly done online now and stored digitally.
The door to the office opened and closed behind her and then Detective Sergeant Bert Scrivener appeared at her side.