The time had come, I realised, to become better acquainted with this house which was meant to be my home. But I was alive to the dangers inherent within this plan, if that’s what it was, and it wasn’t really. It was just a sense that it was something to be done, and had not Marina urged me to do something? Indeed, she had. Plan or not, the dangers were still there. If not dangers for me, then for her.
Night would be my friend. Yes, now the time for skulduggery was upon me, dark would be essential. I rallied to this conclusion after entertaining others, prime amongst them was the thought that if this was my house – which I felt it might be in some obscure way – then I had every right to explore it at will. Nothing could be more normal than a man taking a stroll around his property, taking
