Motherlove. Mrs Parish is universally believed to have murdered her missing baby, 22 years before.
‘Mrs. Parish.’ The tone was hostile, struggling to be polite, as if the speaker would much rather have spat.
She stopped at the foot of the stairs, and turned. Mrs. Bone was peering round her front door, lips pursed. ‘Mrs. Parish. The graffiti. It’s there again.’
‘I didn’t put it there.’
‘No, well, I never said you did, but we all know why it’s there, don’t we? And it’s not nice! None of it’s nice.’
‘It’s not nice for me either.’
‘Whose fault’s that?’ Mrs. Bone slammed her door shut.
Mrs. Parish continued up the stairs. Fifth floor flat. She could have taken the lift, but she’d made that mistake a month ago. She’d found herself trapped with a burly resident who felt obliged to make his feeling clear with his fists. When…
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