Chapter Eighteen
Scrapper stopped dead in his tracks and listened in the darkness.
He could not believe that he had managed to bump into that stupid side table, which then sent the ornament on top of it rolling across the floor.
The noise had obviously woken the old woman, because he could hear her shuffling around above him.
Perhaps, he considered, she might not realise what it was that had woken her up, and now that she was up, she had decided to go toilet. He had heard that old people need to pee countless times every night, so it sort of made sense.
He would just wait quietly in the darkness until she was safely back in bed, then give her another five minutes to fall asleep before he continued with his raid.
Scrapper hoped that he would locate her purse down here because he reall
