you could both go around later, after weâve taken all the photographs, and write a list of everything you notice thatâs gone. Youâll need it anyway for your insurance company.â
Mumâs hand trembles as she takes it.
âIâm sorry. I know this must be a terrible shock. And coming so soon afterâ¦â PC Wilson lets her sentence trail off as Mumâs face threatens to crumple, then looks across at me. âHave you got anywhere else you could stay tonight? Maybe for a few days while you get this cleared up.â
I think for a second. Aunt Helen. We could go there. But she lives an hour away in Guildford and Mumâs clearly in no fit state to drive.
âShall I call Aunt Helen? Ask her to come and pick us up?â
Mum doesnât respond. Just keeps her head in her hands.
PC Wilson nods at me. âPerhaps that would be best.â She pats Mum on the shoulder and gets to her feet. âWeâll send over the local Victim Support person. Heâs very good. Heâll give you our leaflet on property security. Window locks, maybe an alarmâ¦that sort of thing.â
I thank her, though honestly it seems a bit late for that.
âDo you mind if I have another look around?â she asks. âI need to make a few more notes.â
I nod and she retreats into the kitchen. I sit beside Mum and give her a cuddle. I donât say anything. Iâm too shaken up and, anyway, whatâs there to say?
I close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to quell the wobbly feeling inside. But I keep picturing whoever was in here, going through our house, destroying everything. Why did they have to make such a bloody mess?
Then it hits me. I canât believe I didnât think of it before. Oh Jesusâ¦
I leap up and find PC Wilson in the kitchen.
âHow did they know?â I try to work through the swirl of thoughts in my head. âThat we were both out, I mean.â
She gives me an appraising look. âBlind luck, possibly. Or they may have knocked on the door to check first. But given that your mum says she doesnât go out much, my guess would be that someone was watching the house.â
I recall the shadow under the street light and take a deep breath. âI might know who did this.â
Her head jerks towards me. âReally?â
âUmâ¦the thing is, I think someone has been following me.â
âFollowing you?â Her gaze is sharp. âAre you sure?â
âI donât know⦠Maybe.â I feel suddenly foolish, imagining what Lizzie would say if she could hear me. I shove my doubts aside. âI mean, I keep seeing him. This man. He ran away when he saw me andâ¦â
Then I remember the map.
âHang on a minute.â
I run upstairs to my bedroom, but freeze in the doorway. Where did I put it? I try to remember. Iâm pretty sure I took it out my bag, and put it in the drawer of my bedside table.
I glance over towards my bed. The drawer has been pulled right out and is lying on the floor with everything scattered around it. I pick my way across the room, trying not to step on anything, and crouch down. Sift through the contents â tissues, pens, a lip salve, a couple of old sweets. My iPod. I stare at it for a few seconds, amazed itâs still here, then carry on searching.
Where is it? It has to be here somewhere.
I check through it all again, but thereâs no sign of the fold of paper. I rummage through the heap on the rug, then scan the surfaces of my desk and chest of drawers.
Nothing.
I stand up, my heart beginning to race. I remember where I put it now. Tucked in the notebook I keep for singing, homework and other stuff. Things I need to keep track of. Things I need to do.
Whereâs my notebook? I recall seeing it on my bedside table just last night. I search all around the floor and under the bed, but thereâs no trace of it.
What the hell? Why on earth would anyone take
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