“Be on your guard,” Fiona shout from the living room, “They may
have changed their appearance.”
“We've found their trousers,” I shouted a triumphant reply from
the top of the stairs. Raven turned to look at me, scowling. “Well,
it's a pair of trousers,” I corrected myself, which only caused
Raven to scowl all the more.
“There were shoes in the kitchen,” Robert called from the
hallway, “Just a single pair. They were in the dishwasher!”
Raven's expression returned to a deep frown as he turned back to the
trousers. “Curious,” he said, picking them up.
“Anything down there, Edward?” I called to my husband, which
elicited another harsh look from Raven.
“Can we try to keep the noise down Mary,” he said as he ran the
trousers through his fingers. It didn't feel like a question. He
shoved his hands into the tiny trouser pockets. “Nothing,” he
grunted, finally casting the garment aside.
“Sorry,” I apologised, following him to our bedroom, almost
walking into his back when he stopped suddenly.
“Eyes and ears open,” he said curtly, pointing at the bed, “Mouth
closed.” There, in the centre of Edward's pillow, sat a tiny,
neatly folded jacket.
