Continuing
Continuing "The Lost Schoolgirl". The first chapter appeared here on Monday of this week. During the night, the wind picked up. Liam woke in the early hours as his wife's rhythmical deep breathing assured him that she was still soundly asleep. Those sycamores along the lane shook and a loose slate rattled as gusts from the west wind whined through the fan in their en suite bathroom. In the morning, he woke to the aroma of grilled bacon. Annalise was busy in the kitchen and there was a pot of fresh coffee on the hob. Liam hugged her. "Where does that go?" she asked pointing to the green door beside the stairs. "The cellar I think. Don't you remember, the estate agent bloke couldn't find a key for it?" "Oh yeah". After breakfast, they unpacked several boxes. Clothes. Kitchen items, Bric-a-brac. Books. There were empty boxes everywhere and Annalise wanted rid of them. She had found an old key on a hook in the pantry and w...