Killing Justice

Chapter 42

Skylar: After killing Justice

I learn two things about Mr Paps’ wife and it’s this: she’s an obsessed cat lover. There are four newborns assaulting the breasts of an orange skewbald cat. The cat I saw through the window gives a shrill cry when Mrs Paps kicks it away from me. I spot another two down the hall, playing tug of war with a woollen cardigan. The second thing is this: Mrs Paps is a hoarder. An assortment of milk tins are scattered across the dining table and I’m pretty sure if I pop one lid open, my nose will be assaulted by a months’ worth of stench. There are two dispensers; one broken down, the other functioning with a spluttering whirr akin to a hacking cough. As Mrs Paps tries in vain to clear a spot on the brown couch, my feet catch on a pogo stick and I almost go down hard if not for the coffee table.

“Sorry, dear. If I knew you were coming this early in the morning, I would’ve…” She trails off, her gaze wandering off to