I had been lying in bed, thinking about how I would get Claude’s story moving, when Laura gave a shout. I jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs. When she turned to look at me, I saw anger in her eyes. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked, and then I followed her gaze as she turned towards the front door. It was open. ‘Why is it like that?’ ‘We’ve been burgled,’ she snapped at me. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Rachel stumbling to her feet from the sofa, her shirt and suit creased, her hair crumpled into a frizz. ‘What’s wrong?’ she croaked, and then she groaned and clutched her forehead. ‘We’ve been burgled,’ Laura repeated. ‘And you were here all along. Why didn’t you hear anything?’ Rachel looked down at herself and then her clothes, before her eyes hit on the empty glass. ‘I must have been tired,’ Rachel said. ‘I just drifted off.’ ‘You were drunk,’ I barked at her, and then I looked over to the table.
