‘Yeah.’
‘Of course there was.’
Vicky shot up, dropping her blanket, and paced around the attic.
‘They were everywhere. I swear.’ She scratched her head while the other two giggled.
‘Funny dream perhaps?’ said Becca.
‘No! Look, I’ll show you.’ Vicky walked back towards them, desperately fiddling with her coat. ‘I’ve got the original one in my pocket… Wait. Where is it?’
‘You had a photo of it, remember? Not the note itself,’ said Sani.
Double-checking all her pockets one last time, Vicky grunted. ‘I can’t find that either. I don’t believe this! I must have burnt them both by accident. Burnt all of it.’
‘Really. What kind of a detective would you become, destroying the evidence, huh?’ Sani laughed and then added, ‘I guess Becca’s right, perhaps a new career goal is in order.’ She winked and pointed at the Polaroid camera basking in the sunlight on the floor.
It was time to go home.
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