‘I’m not sure. I mean, he did go to the loo at one point. But not when Leo screamed.’

‘Set your phone to record,’ Jo says. ‘That way, you’ll be sure.’

‘Yeah, that’s a good idea.’ The thought scares me, because if I do see someone on the recording, I’ll freak out. But, at least it would be hard evidence I can take to the police. They would have to investigate; ensure our safety. If I see a ghostly figure, on the other hand – we’ll all be moving out that instant and I don’t care where to.

I catch a movement outside.

‘Ooh! Jo, sorry, I’ve got to go. Davina’s home.’

‘This is the most bizarre conversation we’ve ever had, you know that?’ I visualise Jo shaking her head in disbelief.

‘Yes, yes. Don’t get me started. Speak soon.’

I pop the laptop back onto the kitchen table and grab my keys.

Davina is barely inside her house when I bang on her door. She answers straight away.

‘I’ve only just got home, Amber,’ she says.

I refrain from saying, ‘Now you know how it feels,’ and instead launch into my recent findings.

‘You saw Barb going into your estate agent’s?’ Davina’s eyes are wide. ‘Did you take a photo?’ she whispers, casting her eyes behind her into her hallway. She pulls the door to so we’re both standing outside. This strikes me as odd. Why is she keeping me on the doorstep?

‘No, not at that exact moment, unfortunately. It took me by surprise. I only took a photo of her on the street along from the office. But it’s better than nothing – it puts her in the vicinity and proves she was in town at that time. She’s already skirted around her whereabouts when I asked her if she’d been out that day.’

‘Good. Have you spoken to Carl – asked him what she wanted?’

I’m becoming increasingly wary of conducting this conversation out in the open. ‘Can we talk about this inside?’

Davina makes a face. One that reads No. ‘Just give me a few minutes and then I’ll come over to you.’ Before I can disagree, she goes inside, closing the door behind her. She’s acting so suspiciously, I think as I cross the road back to mine again. What is she hiding from me? For some reason she doesn’t seem keen on me being in the house when her husband is. After walking in on a possible argument last week, maybe she feels embarrassed.