‘The inspector might think you are a furry termite, Sasha!’
I can’t be sure if she is joking, so I duck under the bed. Next thing I hear banging and thumping all around me in the bedroom. He is looking for me. I crouch lower and stay absolutely still. Thump, thump, bang, bang. Footsteps circle the bed, then the door closes and I hear thumping down the hall and the scrape of a ladder being opened. He must be looking into the roof cavity. I don’t move.
