The broken sunglasses were tucked inside my sling and I was clenching the mobile phone in my hand. The casing of the mobile was damp and coated in mud and pine needles. I was afraid it would buzz again before I got to Rebecca and I didn’t know how to react if it did.I was sure the sunglasses and the phone belonged to Mr Shades. The sunglasses were distinctive enough for me to remember and the phone looked a lot like the one I’d seen him with. It had a colour screen and a full Qwerty keypad. Laura had owned a phone just like it.I was at the edge of the garden by now. Rocky had streaked ahead of me and around the front of the cottage, but I waded through the undergrowth towards the kitchen windows. I pressed my face to the dirt-streaked glass. Rebecca was standing on a chair, reaching up to the light-fitting in the middle of the ceiling. She had a pocket knife in her hand. She stretched high, rising up on her toes inside the blue plastic overshoes, the hem of her T-shirt hitching up.
