CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Hannah
The van had driven off. Hannah breathed shallowly, holding herself really tight, straining for the sounds she didn’t want to hear: the van returning or one of them inside the house.
She couldn’t judge how long she waited like that in the darkness. Although she’d heard two doors slam, she wasn’t convinced they’d both left. She’d wait a bit longer.
She listened hard and heard the dog’s toenails tapping on timber boards. It farted, then flopped down. Those sounds were loud in the house. It was the quietest she remembered the place being. No voices, music, telly, snoring.
Hannah thought it was too soon to make a move, so she lay still and went on brainstorming.
Her door was locked. She’d heard one of them turn a key and wiggle the handle to test it. Didn’t matte
