drinker. He would never have put her and Mum’s life in danger by driving
after a drink. But murder? That sounded so far fetched. Who would murder him?
Grace
voiced her thoughts to Lynne and Tom.
Lynne
said, “The night of our deaths isn’t clear, it’s as if we’re blocking it out.
But I know it’s somehow linked to your parents’ deaths.”
“What
can I do? How can I find out more information?” Grace asked.
Tom
looked at Lynne and nodded. Lynne said, “You’ll have to go and see Clare, our
daughter. She’ll tell you everything.”
Grace
said, “I think I remember Clare. She’s s bit older than me, she had this
amazing job in marketing. She always looked so glamorous.”
Lynne
burst into tears. Tom put his arm around his wife’s shoulders and said, “It’s
okay, Lynne, Grace might be able to help Clare. Come on now, stop crying.”
A
feeling of dread settled on Grace. “What’s happened to Clare? Is she alive?”
Tom
gave a sad shake of his head. “Only just. When you see her, you’ll understand.
Will you go and see her, Grace?”
“Of
course.” What else could she say? “Can you come with me? When I’ve spoken to ghosts
before they were able to travel with me, they attached themselves to their
belongings so that they could move with me.”
Lynne
burst into fresh tears. Tom said, “No. I can’t put Lynne through any more pain.
Clare isn’t the same person that you remember. But please listen to her, she
isn’t mad.”
“Okay.”
Grace was beginning to have misgivings. “Where does she live?”
Tom
recited Clare’s address and telephone number.
“Will
she want to see me?” Grace asked.
“Once
you tell her what it is about, she will,” Tom said. “You’ll understand
everything when you see her.”
Tom
led his wife back to the comfy armchair and settled her down. He returned to
his table and resumed his work. Lynne looked over at him, her fond smile
returned as she watched him work.
Grace
could see that she wasn’t going to get any further information from the couple.
Where
was Frankie? And Big Bob? Shouldn’t they have been in touch with her by now?
Grace
tried Frankie’s phone, it went straight to voice mail. So did Bob’s.
Had
they spoken to Eddie Tominski? Had the debt been paid off? Grace couldn’t bear
this waiting.
She
needed to phone Clare too but she didn’t want to do it in front of Lynne and
Tom. As if reading her thoughts Tom said, “Time for you to go now, Grace. You
can phone Clare when you get home. Let us know how you get on, we’ll be here
for a while.”
Lynne
looked over at Grace. “I like it here, this is a lovely shop.”
“It
is,” Grace said. She hoped they could keep it.
She
said goodbye to Tom and Lynne and locked the door behind her. Out of habit she
checked up and down the street. No one was watching her. Well, if they were
they were good at it.
Grace
caught the bus home. She left over ten messages for Frankie to call her the
minute he was able to.
Her
mouth felt dry and her tummy was making all sorts of strange noises. Something
was worrying her, she just didn’t know what.
She
had a feeling that she was going to find out soon.
Chapter 10
The
first thing Grace thought when she stepped into Clare’s home was, ‘She’s a mad
crazy stalker’.
Grace
looked over her shoulder but Clare had already closed and bolted the door
behind them. The Clare that Grace remembered didn’t bare any resemblance to
this unkempt woman in front of her.
Clare
was only a few years older than Grace but now looked about twenty years older.
Her once shiny hair hung in dirty curtains around an angry looking face. There
wasn’t a scrap of make up on Clare’s face. Grace tried not to inhale too
deeply, it was obvious that personal hygiene was not a priority with Clare.
Clare
peered at Grace as if scrutinising her. “Did anyone see you? Were you
followed?” she barked.
“I
don’t think so,” Grace began. “Thanks for seeing