Chapter 12
Angel’s warning sounded in my head a split second before a loud knock sounded on the front door.
‘It’s them.’ Face pale, she clutched Andie’s arm. ‘They found us.’
I got up, knocking over the chair in my haste. The thump as it hit the tiled floor sounded impossibly loud. Whoever was at the front door had to have heard the bang.
Sure enough, the knock came again. ‘Mr Simpson, this is the Easton Police. We need to talk to you, to discuss an urgent matter.’
I shared a startled glance with the others. Was it Mr Simpson the police were here to see after all? Perhaps their appearance on the doorstep had nothing to do with us.
‘What do we do?’ I whispered.
‘We leave. We can’t risk it.’ Andie spun around, looking for the back door. But the way the cottage was set up meant the hal
