I knocked again. Hearing no reply I tried the door, surprised it opened. Helen was a schoolteacher, quite prim and proper and always on top of security. She’d had a close call with one of her students almost being abducted and since then had made it a rule to always be on guard.
So it was with trepidation I entered, unsure of invading her space as opposed to being concerned for her well-being. I did yell out a hello which no one replied to and, with a quick glance around the kitchen to make sure all was in order, I was just about to leave the bag of lemons on the table when I heard faint murmuring noises coming from the direction of Helen’s bedroom.
I knew I should leave but I was intrigued as to who was there with her. I’d been her neighbour for two years and, as far as I knew, she’d ne
