Judy checks her phone. Abbas has her number and has said that he will call if there’s any change. Deep down Judy knows that change can only be for the worse. Instead there’s a text message from Tina Prentice’s daughter, Denise, thanking Judy for her condolence card. Judy thinks of the family preparing for the funeral. She is sure that Tina had many friends but none of them will be able to pay their last respects. She will be shown to her grave by her daughters and their husbands, even her grandchildren won’t be able to attend.
A winged creature appears on the screen, to general dismay amongst the goodies, and– clear as day– Judy hears Tina’s voice, as she busied herself making lunch for children and dogs.
I went round to Avril’s at eleven as usual. I remember it was a lovely day and there was a heron by Avril’s pool. I took a picture of it.
Judy texts Denise.Know this sounds odd but is there a heron pic on your mum’s phone? If so, cd you possibly forward? ty
As she presses ‘send’ another message flashes up.
It’s from Abbas.
Chapter 39
‘Looks like someone’s at home,’ says Tanya. ‘Is that where you’re staying, Janet?’
‘No,’ says Janet, still clasping her stout stick. ‘It’s the house behind. I’ve got a key to it though. I’ve got keys to all the houses in the alley.’
‘Let’s get it then,’ says Tanya.
Janet leads them back to Steward’s House and into the shop on the ground floor. There, amongst leaflets extolling the wonders of Norfolk, she opens a safe and takes out a key. Ruth and Tanya wait by the door. Tanya still looks calm, almost bored, but Ruth notices her checking her phone. Is she wondering why she hasn’t heard from Nelson?
Armed with the key (and the stick) they make their way back through the alley and round to the road on the other side. There are more Tudor houses here, bulging out into the street. Janet goes up to a small oak door.
‘This is the one, I think. Yes.’ The door creaks open, with full Hammer House of Horror sound effects.
‘Shall we go in?’ says Tanya, as if offering a great treat.
Ruth almost asks to stay behind but the thought of being left alone in the silent street is almost worse than climbing the stairs and facing whatever entity will be revealed by the flickering candlelight.
Tanya goes first, holding out her phone, its torch app illuminating low ceilings and heavy beams. Janet follows. Ruth wishes she wasn’t at the back.
It’s almost nine o’clock when Nelson reaches the centre of Norwich. Tanya said that she was parked by the cathedral, so he drives through the gateway and stops in front of the huge wooden doors. He’s never given much thought to the church before and has never been inside. ‘Protestant,’ his mother would say, before adding, ‘but it was ours once.’ In the dark it seems rather ominous, such a solid edifice of wood and stone. A fitful moon spotlights battlements and leering gargoyles. Nelson gets out of his car. Where is Tanya and, more importantly, where is Ruth? ‘Steward’s House,’ Tanya said in her message. Nelson remembers Eileen’s postcard.AugustineSteward’s House, Tombland, is haunted by the Grey Lady. This tormented ghost from the sixteenth century hides a terrible secret.Where the hell is this cheery place?
He walks back through the gateway and surveys the street opposite. The lopsided house with its parallelogram of beams is unmissable. It’s leaning in towards its neighbour, squashing the windows inwards. The place is clearly unsafe. Surely it should have been knocked down years ago?
Nelson crosses the road and sees that the ground floor is a shop, one of those tourist centres. ‘Norfolk,’ declares a poster, ‘Nelson’s county.’ Nelson smiles thinly and knocks on the window, wondering if he’ll set off an alarm. But there’s nothing but an echo, amplified by the silence. Then he sees a door with bells for several flats. He rings them all. No answer. Nelson walks around the corner, through a small alleyway. It’s even darker here and there’s a soapy scent, both familiar and rather unpleasant.
When he’s felled to the ground his last coherent thought is that the building has collapsed on him.
‘Can you call me?’ That was Abbas’s message. Judy goes into the hall to do so. From the sitting room, the battle music is rising to a thrilling climax.
‘I think we might be reaching a crisis point,’ says Abbas.
‘What does that mean?’ asks Judy, amazed that she is still able to speak. She feels oddly calm, as if her mind has left her body and is floating somewhere above her, amongst the cobwebs that Cathbad won’t remove because he respects spiders too much.
‘Cathbad’s immune system’s in overdrive which means his body is starting to attack the healthy tissue.’
‘What can you do about that?’
‘We’re doing what we can but his temperature’s very high and we’re concerned about his heart rhythm.’
‘Can I see him?’ says Judy.
‘I’m afraid not. I’m so sorry.’
‘What can I do then?’
‘Pray,’ says Abbas.
