Amy shrugged. ‘He’s perfectly healthy. No ADHD, no autism, nothing. Just a busy boy with an overactive imagination.’
‘Good,’ Jennifer said, trying hard not to interfere. Her sister began to ramble on about her recent membership to the Women’s Institute, and Jennifer’s thoughts drifted to Will as she stared dreamily into her cup of tea.
‘You seem different tonight, sis, any news?’ Amy said, delivering the words with a knowing smile.
Jennifer shrugged innocently. ‘No, same old, same old, lots of work, you know how it is.’
Amy leaned forward, her chin resting on the palm of her hand. ‘So you’ve not been shagging anyone? It’s just that you stink of sex.’
Jennifer’s eyes widened at the accusation. ‘Amy! What sort of a thing is that to say?’
‘The sort of thing you say when your sister’s been holding out. Now spill. I know you’ve been seeing someone.’
‘I’ve not …’
Amy chuckled, sliding her mobile phone across the counter and pressing the button to display a text. ‘Then why did you send this text an hour before you got here?’
Jennifer flushed as her eyes crept over the text. See you later sexy xxx. Amy was her last phone contact, so the text must have been sent to her instead of Will. Seconds passed, and Jennifer’s mouth gaped open with very little coming out. There was no point in trying to wriggle out of it; Amy could read her like a book.
‘It’s early days, I wasn’t going to say anything yet.’
Amy wagged her finger. ‘I’m your sister, you shouldn’t be holding out on me. It’s the guy that stayed over when you were in hospital, isn’t it?’
Jennifer nodded. ‘We’ve only just got together this weekend. It’s a bit awkward with work so we weren’t going to let on just yet.’
‘Hmm,’ Amy said, raising her cup to finish her tea. ‘He’s a bit scruffy, but you like them rough and ready, don’t you?’
Jennifer was about to leap to Will’s defence, when her sister tittered from behind her cup. ‘Relax, I’m only joking. You have got it bad, haven’t you?’
Jennifer’s dimples came into life as she beamed a smile. Talking about boyfriends with her sister gave her a warm glow inside. ‘He’s lovely. He comes from a very close family.’
‘Does he know about our band of misfits?’ Amy said.
Jennifer’s smile faltered, but not long enough for Amy to notice. ‘Yep, and he still wants to know me. Who’d believe it?’
‘Well I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for farting,’ Amy grinned.
Jennifer swallowed the last of her tea, the tang of unstirred sugar hitting the back of her throat. She felt more like a mother to her sister, and sex wasn’t something she was comfortable discussing with her.
‘I’d best be off. Mind if I say goodnight to Josh before I go?’
‘He’ll go mad if you don’t. Can you get him to brush his teeth while you’re up there? He’s going through a defiant stage, it takes forever to get him to bed.’
Jennifer convinced Josh that if he brushed his teeth he’d get more money from the tooth fairy when they fell out. It seemed a perfectly plausible explanation to the four-year-old child, and five minutes later, he was tucked up under his Spider-Man duvet. Jennifer was not one to push the subject of Josh’s psychic powers. She would have been just as happy if they disappeared overnight, like a passing phase. But the wordless thoughts that passed between them seemed too powerful to simply dissipate. His energy was bright and happy, and she felt a pang of guilt as she chatted to her favourite little boy, hoping she had not inadvertently brought danger to his door. Thoughts of her father streamed back into her consciousness, and she itched to ask about their meeting. But she had dealt with enough domestic incidents in the police to vow she would never use a child as a pawn, and the last thing she wanted was to involve him in her and Amy’s dispute. She had barely closed his bedroom door when his footsteps thumped across the carpet and the light switch clicked on. Poking her head around, she caught him jumping into bed.
‘Everything all right, sweetie? Are you scared to sleep with the light off?’
‘Nope,’ Josh said, sitting up as he pulled a comic from under his pillow. ‘I’m reading.’ He flipped the pages of the comic book with the same stance as his father reading the Financial Times.
‘Oh I see. Well don’t stay up too late eh, you need your sleep.’
Jennifer turned to leave. She would let his mother argue it out with him.
‘Jenny?’ Josh said. ‘Stay away from the woods.’
Jennifer froze. ‘What woods?’
‘The dark woods. With the blackbirds. It’s a bad place.’
She crept back to her nephew, keeping her voice low. ‘I don’t understand. Where did you get this from?’
Josh shrugged, and giggled as he pointed to a character in the Beano magazine. ‘He’s called Pongo, he’s farty. Can you read it to me?’
‘Only if you promise to go to sleep when I’m done.’ Jennifer nudged him up on the bed and relayed the rest of the comic story. She knew not to push him for answers. Sometimes insights came in flashes, and were gone as quickly as they came. She closed the comic book and laid it on the floor.
‘Everything all right now?’ she said, an open invitation to disclose more.
‘Uh-huh. I love you,’ Josh said before snuggling into his pillow and closing his eyes.
Jennifer kissed his warm forehead and pulled the duvet to his shoulder. ‘I love you too, goodnight sweetie.’
She activated the soft round nightlight and switched off the bulb on the wall, casting the room into a bluish glow. Joshua looked so small under the Spider-Man duvet cover, his vulnerability raising her emotions until they formed as a lump in her throat. She clicked the door behind her and tried to decipher the message. It had to be related to the Raven, but how? Stay away from the woods? The woods where Felicity Baron was killed was miles away. Unless he meant the woods around the boathouse? No. These were fresh concerns. A new warning for her ears only. Chances were he didn’t even understand it himself, hence his inability to elaborate. It was as if someone had whispered in his ear and the words came from his mouth. Jennifer wondered if it was her mother at play. Sometimes it was easier for spirits to come through children than adults. Adults simply added their own perceptions to messages, whereas children told it as it was.
Jennifer’s happiness melted away as she drove home. She had made a quick call to Will to cancel their meeting. He was still at his parents’, and informed Jennifer they had invited her around for dinner. The thought of being introduced to his perfect mother and father made her squirm. It was doubtful they would approve, and according to Will, they had made no secret of the fact they wanted a grandchild – that was until his wife had an affair and split their marriage into two. Jennifer grunted to herself. They had better not set their hopes upon her. She had enough to contend with, without throwing a baby into the mix. Police careers did not support family life, least of all ones dealing with the supernatural. It was hard enough to protect Joshua.
Would they start on her family next? Thoughts loomed heavy and daunting in her mind. Joshua had told her not to enter the woods, but as she parked the car outside her home, she knew that was exactly where she needed to go.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Bert
Mother was even more unbearable after she bought Bert the cards. Each evening she leaned against his bedroom door, her long black skirt casting shadows in his room, on his things. They were the same clothes she’d worn the day Callum died. Bert remembered the heavy material of her skirt dragging a crimson trail of blood as she carried Callum’s body to the car. The skirt was far too big for her now, and the slim buckled belt had tightened several notches around her waist. Perhaps it made her feel closer to Callum. Or maybe she was trying to remind him of what she had lost. Either way Bert didn’t care.