She got out of bed, holding her breath. She opened the door a sliver and saw a dim light coming from her parents’ bedroom. The light moved and she could tell it was a torch. Either there was an intruder in her house, or something that she couldn’t bring herself to contemplate was happening in the room next door. The drawers opened and she heard papers moving around in them, rustling as though he was searching for something. Maybe there was an innocent explanation for what he was doing, but she couldn’t think of one.

She crept into the hallway and pressed herself against the wall, slowly angling her head enough to look inside her parents’ room. Tim was going through all of their drawers. He pulled open Lisa’s underwear drawer and rooted through it; he pulled out a bra and held it to his nose for a few moments, breathing it in, before stuffing it in his pocket. He moved to the other side of the room and Jasmine heard her parents’ wardrobe door open. She decided she needed to do something. She sneaked back to her room and made a little noise, turning her bedroom light on so that it spilled into the hallway, to alert him that she was awake. She was reminded that she didn’t really know him at all, neither did her parents. She couldn’t help but feel cross with them. They’d had a few lodgers over the years but they had never let anyone get this close before, never trusted anyone to be alone with her. He was very good at manipulating people to do what he wanted. She thought back to the previous night, with Felicity and the way he had made sure Jasmine had been watching, making her jealous to make her acknowledge her feelings for him, ignite that jealousy within her. Maybe it was never about her at all. Much easier to look through the house when you are already inside and what better way to for him to get inside the house than to manipulate Jasmine into letting him sleep there. How had he hoodwinked them all into trusting him? What was it he was looking for?