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Panic twisted Kate's gut.
An oversized shadow entered the hall from the kitchen and moved along the wall in front of her. A head and shoulders. The kitchen light clicked off. The shadow vanished, but its source was still there, breathing nearby in the kitchen.

 
  I stuffed it into the cup of my bra, and pried her fingers off me.
  “Jenna! What are you doing? This isn’t the plan.”
  “Where is she?” A man rasped.
  “Not here,” John replied in a strangled voice. “It’s just me.”
  My heart gave a jolt as footsteps pounded floorboards in the main part of the house. Oh, Christ! They’re searching for Kerry.
  I clicked the panel into place, trapping Kerry in. “Whatever happens, don’t come out. I’ll hide somewhere else.” I shook so much I didn’t think she’d understand my words. “Your son needs at least one parent.”
  Nails scraped on plastic. “Jenna! Let me out.”
  I switched the bathroom light off. Then, fear threatening to cripple me, I wobbled into the shadows of the hallway. As I dashed into the bedroom, footsteps and heavy breathing came up fast behind me.
  Unknown hands hooked my waist and whisked me off my feet.
  I screamed.

  A mobile phone covered half of her face as she held the phone out to take the photo that she starred in.
  This was Laura. I felt sure of it.
  I scrolled through the contact list again, landed on her name and pressed dial to double-check. I put the phone to my ear, waited and listened, my heart ready to explode.
  The call was answered after four rings. “Hello? Who the hell is this? Why do you have this phone?”
  I recognised her voice straight away, hung up and chucked the mobile onto the other sofa. The lying little...
Laura’s voice had sounded shocked. Of course it had. She’d just accepted a call from a dead guy she claimed not to know.