Noah was still asleep when Louisa popped her head around the nursery door. Good. She’d have some time to eat a bit of breakfast, if she could tolerate it, and peruse Facebook on her laptop. She still hadn’t found her mobile despite a frantic search when everyone had left the house yesterday evening, which meant only one thing as far as she was concerned. Someone had taken it. Her money was on Oliver. She couldn’t fathom why he’d bother taking it, unless he was afraid she’d told someone about their secret and wanted to check up on her. But even then, he could’ve just asked her outright. She’d turn the place upside down later to double-check it wasn’t in the house before accusing Oliver of theft.

Searching through Facebook, Louisa found the village page, Spotted Penchurch, and asked to join the group. She’d never bothered before, even with Tiff’s near-constant moaning to do it so she stayed ‘in the loop’. She couldn’t understand why there was a need for a Spotted page for a small village. You only had to visit the local shop or Post Office to find out about everything going on, and events were always pinned up on the notice board in the window, so why have a Facebook page? Plus, it annoyed her they had dropped the ‘Little’ – if they had no pride in the full village name, they shouldn’t bloody be living in it.

Here she was, nonetheless, requesting to join because she remembered Tiff telling her, prior to their argument, about the fact they’d post pictures of the church tower being open and people walking to the top to see the view. She was hoping Tiff had put photos up herself from Thursday’s event.

Two minutes later she had a notification to inform her she’d been accepted, so she went straight to the page to check the latest updates. For Sale posts littered the feed, in spite of the pinned post requesting no adverts. As she scrolled further down the page, there were ramblings from disgruntled horse riders about the speed that cars drove through the village, and various posts about the archaeological dig taking place on the outskirts of the village where Roman artefacts had been found.

At this rate she’d be there all day, so she clicked on the sidebar tab: photos, to bypass the rubbish. The first batch of pictures had been put up by Eddie, one of the church wardens. Louisa clicked through them quickly. They were mostly shots taken from the top of the tower of the landscape and houses of people he knew. She continued scrolling. Tiff hadn’t posted any. Disappointed, she was about to shut the laptop, but then remembered the drone. Tiff had wanted video footage, mainly, to get one up on Sarah. Clicking back on the shortcuts, Louisa chose ‘videos’.

Her heart rate juddered, missing a beat.