Mallory stretched her hand out towards Ryan’s phone. “Go back one. I recognise that place.” Lowering her hand, she stared at the old cornershop that had been boarded up for as long as she could remember. It was about a five minute walk from their place.
“Cool. I’d live there,” Brodie said. “Has it got any of the old shop stuff in it?”
“What’s the layout like?” Callum asked.
“It has the shop at the front and a storage room behind that. At the back, that you reach through the storage room, is a kitchen, bathroom and two bedrooms.” Ryan pulled up some of the photos for them to look at. The rooms were worn and faded. “There’s also a small fenced yard out the back.” He brought up an image of an overgrown yard surrounded by fence palings, the dark green paint peeling. A large fig tree with w
