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I sit down on a broken crate by the wall and try to stop my hands from trembling. A thought comes: I’ve just thrown someone out of a window. But for some reason my conscience doesn’t nag me. Turns out I have avenged Beta. Surely that primeval law ‘an eye for an eye’ isn’t sitting somewhere deep inside me?
I wonder who phoned? Probably Auntie Manya. Or someone dialled a wrong number. Whoever it was, they saved my life. Though probably not for long. If those two find me up here, they won’t be taking me down to the police station, they’ll kill me.
I go back to the door to check my makeshift lock once more, but I can hear voices on the stairs. Very close.
“He’s not here. Maybe he’s in the attic?”
And someone gives the door a shove. In the nick of time, I throw my whole weight against i
