Chapter 25Jayden stopped dead in the middle of the street. A woman laden with straining plastic bags tutted loudly as she circumnavigated Jayden’s statuesque frame. “Get out t’b****y road!” she snarled.
Jayden dodged sideways, her calves clanged by the contents of the bags. The hard corner of a cereal box scraped past and a tin clattered against her ankle bone. “Why would he?” she whispered and the woman turned to glare at her.
She picked up speed on the High Street, keen to get home and pick through her theory in peace. But Raff appeared as she opened her front door, pushing his way in behind her. He held both palms in front of him in self-defence. “I need to speak to you,” he said. His lips twisted in protest as Jayden pointed to the door behind him.
“I don’t want to hear it!” she sna
