Things took rather a sinister turn tonight after repeated phone calls from one of the two single mum tenants, it was the one that had her arm in plaster when she moved in. Anyway, she had returned home to find the door to the flat unlocked, the hall light on, and a piece of paper with Isabelle's contact details on the mat outside. "Had Isabelle been in the flat today?" Well no, not unless there is an Etheric double in existence.
The prime suspect of course in these cases has to be the estranged husband. A changing of the doorlock seemed to be the obvious course and was duly authorised. 'Hell hath no fury like, errr... a person scorned'.
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