Chapter Thirty-Seven
“What the hell was that?” asked Lesley, looking over at Joanie who was standing at a glass cabinet, a couple of feet away.
“I don’t know,” replied Joanie, glancing over towards the balcony. “It sounded like glass shattering.”
Joanie walked over to stand next to her friend. Suddenly, she did not feel safe on her own.
“Let’s go and find out,” suggested Lesley, tugging at Joanie’s sleeve.
“What! Are you mad? You want us to go down there, alone?”
Lesley rolled her eyes. “No, dummy, I mean let’s go and look over the balcony and see if we can work out what that noise was.”
Joanie felt foolish. “Oh, okay then.”
The pair made their way towards the balcony ledge and leaned against the polished brass railing to see over.
The majority of the space below was obscured by t
