The front door was open. Huw could see the crack of darkness between it and the frame quite clearly. Was mum home already? He doubted it. She worked until five and then it was a forty-five minute train ride home, she was always grumbling about it.
Huw stood at the gate, peering up the front path to the opening. And anyway, if mum were home early, she wouldn’t leave the front door swinging like that, not on a cold December afternoon. She was always moaning about the cost of heating the house too. In fact, Huw thought, Mum’s always complaining about something.
A bang from inside the house startled Huw from his thoughts. Someone was throwing things around in there. Huw held his breath. Burglars? He reached into his pocket for his mobile and than snarled at the black, lifeless screen.