He tries to call her but she’s not answering her mobile. There are police sirens in the distance. They sound like bleating lambs from this far away. Retracing his steps, Joe turns into Elgin Avenue, making sure his arms are swinging naturally in the same direction as the opposite foot. Police cars come hurtling past, skidding to a halt. Blocking the street. Officers burst from the doors and mount the stairs. Moments later Zoe emerges, escorted down the steps by a constable. A foil blanket is wrapped around her shoulders. Joe has reached the mansion block. From across the road, he makes eye contact with Zoe. Something in her gaze is greater than fear. “Where’s your mother?” he asks. “She’s not home.” “Elijah?” She shakes her head. “Who then…?” “The caretaker.” A policeman confronts Joe, demanding to know what he’s doing.
