CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Trapped CurlKit scrambled backwards and her plimsolls stuck to the floor. A crackling sound issued from her soles as she moved sideways to avoid the ochre coloured puddle. She lifted her hands and her gaze darted over them to check for contamination, not knowing what she expected to see but finding nothing different about her fingers.
But she’d touched Debbie.
She’d touched Debbie’s dead body.
A lump rose into her throat. She’d handled pretty much everything on her way into the house. “Oh no! Not again!” Kit covered her eyes, but when she pulled her fingers away, Debbie still lay on the floor. She resembled a sleeper, relaxed in slumber with her eyes closed. But her lips parted in a familiar smirk, their swollenness creating an eerie pout. Kit’s scissors protruded from
