To Catch a Creeper by Ellie Campbell

Author:Ellie Campbell
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense, Suspense, Cozy, Thriller & Suspense
Publisher: Across the Pond Press
Published: 2014-02-02T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Saturday morning, two and a half weeks later and I’m wandering down the aisles of Go-Buys, our local supermarket, searching for items of produce that might inspire me to cook something worthy of the sparkling new pots and pans purchased by Declan in his new house-husband role.

Obviously I can’t be cat-sitting every day. The Friday after the Neighbourhood Watch meeting I just about got away with not going into work by getting all dolled up and then pretending to slip down the stairs ‘spraining’ my ankle. The weekend was fine, normal – taking Sophie and Josh to Saturday Club, strolling around Highgate Woods. Sunday, watching the kids in the playground, visiting the café for hot chocolates (my foot made a miraculous recovery) before making our way back through Ally Pally.

It was Monday onwards though that I found myself at a loose end and having to make my own entertainment, if that’s the word. Obviously because I’m supposed to be gainfully employed and earning oodles, I had to disappear during the daytime to keep up the pretence. Leaving in the morning suited, booted and with a purposeful expression on my face, even keeping up the pretence by hollering at Declan to get the kids ready and banging on the toilet door just so I’d appear to be my usual stressed self.

Anyways as the days have gone on I’ve found myself a few haunts where I can safely keep out of sight and while away the hours until home time. First of all, there’s a café, bit of a workman’s greasy spoon, the other side of Wood Green High Street, so very unlikely anyone who’d know me would visit. Crouch Enders being a very insular lot.

All the truckies, builders, plumbers, etc. that frequent the joint are extremely pleasant and the chips are yummy. In fact, so yummy I’ve replaced quite a bit of the weight that I lost when I started work and am even getting a few teenage-like spots. But I’m happy there, because at least they don’t look at me like I’m an oddball nor, thankfully, do they chat me up or anything (either it’s because I’m getting past that age or it’s the weight and spots). I once overheard one of the guys serving behind the counter say something about ‘the new J.K. Rowling’ to his mate and he gave a little secret head flick in my direction. Maybe because I’m forever jotting down notes gleaned during my evening walks with Custard orsent by e-mail from Norman (a mine of information). I’m onto Sheet 32 now, although Sheets 25 to 30 were cheating a little as they were mostly photos of the outside of the victims’ houses.

Before I left the meeting, you see, Red Jumper started whispering in the ears of the others and they all began muttering and then Shilpa disappeared and came back seconds later with something tucked under her sari.

‘This is for you.’ She began pulling it out, Norman took off his glasses and quickly wiped them.

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