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kissed my forehead, and squeezed me tight. I let out a breath I’d been
holding and thought about what he had said.
    “Will you come with me?” I asked.
    “Sure.” I felt him smile in the darkness as the relief washed over
him.
    He helped me to my feet, ready to go back to bed. As we turned, he
flipped the hallway light on and we both stopped dead, neither of us daring to
move ... because in front of us, in droplets sprayed across the wall, was
blood.
    I felt fear grab at me and held on tight to Riley. I heard the
clock ticking off the seconds, as I held my breath and wildly looked around.
    Riley stepped in front of me protectively and moved to it.
    He picked up a hammer he’d left lying on the floor and handed it to
me. “Stay here,” he commanded. “I’m going to look around.”
    I took the hammer and looked back at him, the fear from the dream
returning.
    “No way, I’m not staying here on my own.”
    Riley sighed. He knew better than to argue with me. “Fine, but stay
close.”
    No need to tell me twice. I grabbed the back of his boxers and
stayed on his heels. We systematically checked every door and window in the
house, only to find they were all securely locked.
    Returning to the hall, Riley let out the breath he’d held, and
moved closer to the blood.
    I shuddered. “How the hell did it get there?” I asked, my voice
barely above a whisper. I was having a really bad week. I already had
nightmares to deal with, but now I had a dead body found in my backyard, and
blood dripping down my walls.
    “I don’t know,” said Riley, his shoulders dropping.
    “Can we sleep at your house for the
rest of the night?” Riley looked at the clock on the wall. It read two thirty.
    “Please?” I gave Riley puppy dog eyes, secretly praying he would
say yes.
    “Sure,” he said, sighing.
    Once we were back in bed at his house, I snuggled my face into his
chest and after a few minutes the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled me
back to sleep, all thoughts of the blood pushed into the back of my mind. There’s
nothing nicer than snuggling someone you love after a bad night.

 
    Chapter Three

 
    I leaned against Molly’s shiny black Lexus and looked
at her.
    Today had turned into another scorcher, but even though I had sweat
running down my neck and between my breasts, Molly’s skin just had a slight
sheen to it. I tugged at the hem of my t-shirt in an attempt to stop it
sticking to me.
    “Molly, can we wait in the car with the air conditioning on, please?”
    “No. I’m saving money and I don’t want to waste fuel,” she
explained. I looked at her, my eyebrows raised. Molly had never been known to
save money. I was just about to ask her if she actually had heat stroke when
the door to the doctors’ surgery opened and out walked Grandma Mabel, pushing
her red walker, her purple patent handbag precisely placed on the seat in front
of her.
    “Oh, thank God,” muttered Molly, moving away from the car door and
towards Grandma.
    “Not so fast, girlie,” snapped Grandma. “I’m not done yet.” I
watched as she swished her false teeth around, contemplating her next move. “I
have to have a blood test done.”
    “Oh okay,” I said standing next to her. “You can get that done next
door,” I said indicating towards the doorway very conveniently located next to
the doctors. Molly took the relevant paperwork off Grandma and stepped towards it.
    “Hang on a minute,” said Grandma. “I need to fix my hair.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with your hair,” said Molly. I looked at
Grandma’s neat rows of purple tinted curls and agreed with Molly.
    “You look fine, Grandma,” I said nodding.
    “Yeah well, I need better than fine. I just saw Barry Crosby go in
there and he’s a cutie. I need to look my best if I want to turn his head.”
    “First of all, you are eighty-two, when are you going to stop
looking at men?” asked Molly. “And second, Barry Crosby is married. I remember Mum
going on