Chapter 1
‘Mr Simpson, do you know where Angel is?’ I held my breath as I waited for him to answer, stomach plummeting when he shook his head.
‘But you have seen her,’ said Nick, squeezing my hand.
‘Yes, I saw her. It was about six months ago, before my son had the security door installed.’ He shook his head. ‘He’d been on my case about being more careful, but I can’t stand to feel as if I’m locked up in my own home, so I always leave the doors open, to let the breeze travel through the house. That day, I was in the kitchen, making myself some lunch, when I heard a noise in the lounge. I came in and saw my lamp had been knocked over.’
He pointed at a lamp sitting on a small table at the end of the couch opposite the one Nick and I were perched on.
‘At first, I thought it must have bee
