‘We should have checked, I should have checked for things like vents and windows…’
‘She hasn’t opened it,’ said Erika. ‘And look, the slogan on the box has been underlined with a permanent marker.’‘It’s not Terry’s, it’s mine,’ said Nils joining them and reading over Erika’s shoulder. ‘This is very old. I eat at least one chocolate orange a week, I am an addict,’
‘How do you keep so thin?’ asked Erika.He took it from her and turned the box over. ‘Best before end 11th November 2006,’ he read. ‘Perhaps she was saving it for a rainy day. It certainly pissed down last night.’‘Why underline the writing on the box?’ asked Erika. Peterson and Nils looked back at her and shrugged.
When Erika and Peterson came back out to the car, they sat for a moment, watching as the body was brought from the house in a black body bag on a metal stretcher.‘I want her Internet history and access to her phones. I want to see what she was looking at, and who she was talking to before she died,’ said Erika.
‘We should check with Isaac if she has any chocolate orange in her stomach too.’
Erika shot him a look, ‘I’m serious,’ he added.I might’ve tried to convince her to go do something, but a knock at the front door interrupted me. Harlow looked back over her shoulder. I turned to Lazlo to see if he knew anything, but he just shrugged.
Should I answer it? Harlow asked, and I couldn’t tell if she was excited or nervous about the prospect of visitors.Hello? a woman’s voice called, and the front door creaked open. Is anyone here?
Um, yeah, we are, I said and tried to push past Harlow.As I squeezed by her, I smacked my injured hip on the narrow doorway. Wincing as discreetly as I could manage, I glanced down. The bite had already started bleeding through the tee shirt and sweats, and I didn’t want anybody to know about it. I didn’t know how to cover it up without anybody noticing, so I decided to lag behind, letting Harlow and Lazlo go ahead of me to greet our visitor.