The police were still there and she wondered what they were doing that took so long. Some of them wore white suits and swarmed purposefully in and out of the door under the stairs which stood propped open. She could see that the basement was brightly lit now and she almost wished she could venture down there. But she made no move. She didn’t dare. She could see Lydia had just come through the front door, back from work early. She was standing in the hall now chatting to one of the constables, looking relaxed. Sometimes Beverley envied her that easy way she had with people. Beverley would have liked to be like that, to have a job interacting with people. Beverley would have liked to be popular. She had seen Lydia with that good-looking detective and she knew by the way they behaved together that there was an attraction. Beverley had never had a boyfriend. Mother had never encouraged that sort of thing. Lydia was walking towards her flat now and when Beverley opened her own door a little wider Lydia spotted her and smiled as she came closer.
What do You think about Watching The Ghosts (2012)?
