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to the rack and could still see only the ceiling. She heard her mother’s shortening breaths through a sea of tears which flowed uncontrollably as the shortening breaths of Rachel Spiers became longer and longer apart and eventually ceased.
    A male police constable was the first on the scene. His name was Joe Miller. And perhaps Rachel Spiers was not the only one to die in Ludivicio Street that day. The fun loving, popular copper was not the same man after witnessing this scene. He joined Juliet Spiers as someone whose life would be changed forever by events in Ludivicio Street.
    Juliet shivered again, eager for the memory to fade away. She tried to keep the memory caged. Only in her dreams did the memory ever break through the surface.
     

Chapter IX
     
     
    Day 2
     
    “Previous owners were an Anthony and Marilyn Stone.”
    Balancing the phone between head and shoulder, Juliet wrote the names down onto a pad, saying them aloud as she did. “Anthony… and… Marilyn… Stone”
    “They left the property two years ago. It’s been empty since then.” Joe confirmed.
    “Any children?”
    “No. Can’t see any history of ‘Incidents’ at the place either. Tony Stone is of interest though.”
    “In what way?”
    “Connections and convictions. Nothing outstanding, officially he has paid his society debts. He climbed the criminal ladder and got too high to dirty his own hands. Do me a favour; take a look around the house will you? It’s unlikely, but you never know; maybe there’s a forgotten log book, notepad or computer disk somewhere over there with some juicy details. A lot of people would like to see this guy in jail.”
    “I’ll take a look.”
    “Your spook still playing hide and seek?”
    “Yeah and it’s winning the game.”
    They both finished the call off with gossip and pleasantries. Juliet then ran three laps around the property and spent most of the rest of the day relaxing in an armchair that had quickly become a favourite. Television had become a bore and so she had raided one of the unopened boxes marked ‘books’ and pulled out the book she now read: Tess of the D’Urbervilles .
    In the afternoon, she entered the condition and did another sweep of the house; she still found nothing.
    By 10 p.m. she was tired and made her bed on the sofa downstairs. Only one of the bedrooms was in a state of health and it was the couple’s marital suite. It would be pretty creepy to sleep in there; besides the living room was fine, she could watch TV until she dropped off.
    By 11 p.m. she was tired but still awake.
    By 12 p.m. she was in a dreamland.
     
    *
     
    Day 3
     
    3:36 a.m.
    Juliet was catapulted upright in bed, her breath frenzied. As the fog of dreams slowly lifted, she realised she’d been evicted from another dream about Ludivicio Street.
    DON’T−YOU−HURT−MY−BABY!
    She’d heard the words again; those words often stalked her in dreams. Her mother’s face, his face, his knives, the dungeon in his basement...
    Needing a distraction, she reached for the television remote and was soon surrounded by comforting stereo digital sounds and flicking images from a very late night film. She settled back, not wanting to return to dreams just yet, and lavished a small amount of tired attention on the film. It was about a corrupt cop who sold evidence, drugs and guns. He also used violence and was involved in wrongful convictions and such-like. Other members of the police were aware of his loose-cannon approach to police work and were intent on catching him in the act and putting an end to his renegade ways. Dirty cop’s aim was status quo ― continue being a dirty cop and avoid being caught and paying for his crimes. This dirty cop vs. non-dirty cops plot device was the glue keeping the film together. Her mind inevitably turned to Joe and whether he was under scrutiny. Was someone watching him closely like the guy in the film?
    Juliet fell asleep again sometime after 5 a.m. and woke again at