TWENTY
I swept up the splinters of Chessie’s bedroom door and manoeuvred her into bed, making a mental catalogue. We would not be leaving in the morning, not until the rear door was fixed, and whichever window the revenant had broken when it entered. The bedroom door could be fixed on our return. I would need to sweep up the dirt the thing had left behind, and I would have to make sure Mr Apostol’s—Geordie’s—bicycle got back to its owner, and that Justinian came back to me. I needed to ‘phone Uncle Joe and make sure his hunt with Mrs Harker went all right, and I needed to let Quincey know that something nasty had been peering in his upper window. That was two revenants in Barking, assuming Edgar Jackson had actually been the one he was hunting the night he went missing. So maybe three. Th
