“We've found a jacket,” I shouted from the bedroom doorway, which
earned me another scowl from Raven.
“Mary!” he scolded, holding his finger to his lips.
“Sorry,” I whispered in reply, shrugging my shoulders meekly.
I watched as Raven searched the room: sliding open the doors of the
fitted wardrobes, pushing clothes aside, fighting his way past piles
of shoes. For a moment I almost felt embarrassed, a feeling that
disappeared when the door slid shut. He knelt on the floor, grunting
a little, to scour under the bed, then quickly examined the bedside
tables, opening and closing drawers in quick succession.
I don't know why, but I just stood there, somehow unable to pitch in
and help while also feeling slightly awkward as he searched through
our most intimate possessions. It was an odd feeling, one I still
can't explain, but I mean how would you feel watching a stranger
stick his hand in your knicker-drawer?
Thankfully he finished in no time at all and we returned to the
landing. We were just about to enter the second bedroom when I was
sure I felt something brush past me.
“What was that?” I demanded, looking round me.
“What was what?” he asked, looking concerned.
“I don't know,” I replied, still startled, rubbing my hands
together to get rid of the sensation. “I think something moved up
here.”
