Part 2 (1/2)

The third bedroom at the end of the corridor was filled with cardboard boxes and black bags. 'What a mess.' Ruby wrinkled her nose. 'I don't envy you this.'

Gwen barely heard her. Ruby's voice had retreated, become thin and insubstantial, leaving s.p.a.ce for the all-too familiar sensation of Finding. Not now. Not in front of Ruby. Not when she was being so friendly and yoga-calmed.

It was no good. She couldn't fight it. The tunnel vision had arrived, the edges of the room filled in with black shadows and she knew that the only way to get things back to normal was to obey the impulse. One of the bin bags was calling to her. Inside there was a tangle of old handbags, shawls, scarves and gloves. Gwen's hand plunged in and her fingers closed around something slippery and cool. A Liberty-print silk scarf with the peac.o.c.k design it was almost impossible to find these days. She stared at the scarf and saw it on the stall, knew it wouldn't stay there long. Then her hand itched again and she reached back into the bag. A matching clutch purse. Barely able to breathe, Gwen clicked open the clasp and checked the lining. Immaculate.

Gwen didn't believe in signs. She knew she had an uncanny knack for finding lost things, but she didn't believe it meant anything. Not like Gloria reading palms and tarot cards and a on one memorable occasion a an oil leak from a red Volvo. She turned the purse over in her hands and tried to ignore the feeling that the house was trying to tell her something.

'Gwen? Gwen?' Ruby was frowning at her. Then understanding dawned across her face and her scowl deepened. 'Oh G.o.d. You're not-'

'No! It's nothing. I just found this-'

'I don't want to hear it.' Ruby put her fingers in her ears, just like when they were kids.

Gwen felt sick. She didn't want to think about it, either. She pushed aside memories of Gloria parading her like a performing monkey. People's grat.i.tude for their lost car keys overlaid with a shrinking back, a look of fear and horror and, above all, disbelief. 'How did you do that?' Like she was conducting an elaborate and pointless scam.

Ruby's lip was curled. 'I hoped you'd grown out of that.'

She marched down the stairs and Gwen stayed back for a moment, trying to calm herself. She didn't want to fight with Ruby. It wasn't Ruby's fault that Gwen had inherited the Harper family curse while she'd got to be normal. She headed downstairs, trying to think of a neutral subject. 'How's Katie?' People loved to talk about their kids.

Ruby shrugged. 'Fourteen. My days of being G.o.d-like are over.'

'That must be a relief.'

Ruby gave her an odd look. 'You wouldn't understand.'

'That's right,' Gwen said, in familiar territory. 'I don't understand true exhaustion, responsibility or In the Night Garden. Thank G.o.d.'

Ruby gave a grudging smile. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a BlackBerry. 'I'll give you the number of a good estate agent. David's used him before.'

'I'm not selling,' Gwen said. Yet.

Ruby frowned. 'What do you mean? You can't stay here.'

Gwen had been about to explain that, barring some kind of financial miracle, she might be stuck in Pendleford for the foreseeable future. Ruby's response p.i.s.sed her off, though, so she said, 'I like it. It's homely.'

'You can't,' Ruby said, her face suddenly pale.

At once, her joke didn't seem so funny. Ruby looked genuinely horrified. Nice.

'What? You think I'll embarra.s.s you? You live in Bath. You don't have to have anything to do with me,' Gwen said. 'Don't worry, I won't bother you.'

'I can't believe you're thinking about staying here. You hated this town, don't you remember?'

Of course I remember, I'm not an idiot. 'I didn't hate it,' Gwen lied. 'And maybe I feel like settling down.' She wasn't going to give Ruby the satisfaction of knowing her business was in trouble.

'I really don't think it's a good idea,' Ruby said, still looking thoroughly spooked. 'I mean, we're only just speaking again. It might be too much, too soon, you know?'

And there it was. Her typically selfish sister. 'This isn't about you, Ruby. I can't make every decision in my life based on you, or the horrible things you think and say about me.'

'I was just being honest,' Ruby said.

Gwen felt her eyes p.r.i.c.kling with tears and she willed herself not to think about their argument. A year and a half of avoiding Ruby hadn't soothed the raw emotion one tiny bit. She still felt like a gigantic bruise. This was why she kept her distance, Gwen remembered with painful clarity.

'You only ever think of yourself. What about Katie? What about me? David's business?' Ruby said.

A part of Gwen wanted to placate Ruby, to make nice. A larger part was almost blind with fury at Ruby's unfairness. This. s.h.i.+t. Again. Gwen stared at Ruby and realised something: nothing had changed. Yoga or not, Ruby still thought she was the anti-Christ in tracksuit bottoms. She didn't trust her and didn't want her near her precious life. It hurt. She blinked. This was why you didn't get close to people. They turned their backs on you. Better not to give a d.a.m.n in the first place. She straightened her shoulders. 'Go away, Ruby.'

'We're in the middle of a discussion,' Ruby said. 'We need to sort this out.'

'I didn't ask you to come round today, you volunteered. Now I'm asking you to leave.'

Ruby took a step back. Her eyebrows drew inwards as she processed the words.

'You don't want to be around me, you don't trust me or whatever the b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l this lovely conversation is about, but I'm not going anywhere. This is my house and I'm telling you to get out.'

Ruby plucked her coat from the rack and slung it around her shoulders. 'Gladly.'

Well, that went well. Gwen leaned her head against the gla.s.s panel in the front door and willed her heart to stop hammering.

To calm herself, Gwen looked at the Liberty purse again. An item like that would sell quickly, she knew, and if Iris had a few more gems like that scattered around the place, she might be able to sc.r.a.pe together enough cash for a deposit on a flat. Not back in Leeds, but somewhere different, somewhere new. Her heart lifted as it always did when she contemplated a flit. There was always the wild hope that this next place would be the one, her forever home.

She clicked the catch on the purse and caught her breath. Nestled against the silk lining was a tiny cylinder of rolled paper and a key. She swallowed. They must've been there before. She'd been distracted by Ruby. Nothing weird to see here. Move along.

Gwen smiled grimly. She'd spent thirteen years quas.h.i.+ng magic nonsense like this, and she wasn't about to lose control now. The paper would be an old receipt. The key was a dull silver and had simply been hidden against the grey of the lining.

Still, she couldn't help herself. She unrolled the paper, which was soft with age, and felt vomit rise in the back of her throat. It said: For Gwen. When you are ready, seek, and you shall find. It is your gift.

'Sod that,' Gwen said and went to brush her teeth.

Chapter 2.

Gwen had taken a long bath and eaten the bread that Lily had left with the ca.s.serole and, by the time she headed into town, she felt almost human again. All she had to do was remain focused. The next time she felt the Finding, she'd just ignore it. Simple as that. Just because she'd inherited one of the Harper family powers, didn't mean she had to use it. She'd managed to stand up to Gloria all those years ago and refuse any more training, and she'd kept magic out of her life for the last thirteen years. Being back in Pendleford for one night wasn't going to undo that. No matter how many creepy little notes Great-Aunt Iris had left for her.

The solicitor's office occupied an imposing Georgian townhouse on the main street. Of course, all of the buildings were impressive, so that diluted its effect somewhat. Gwen hesitated outside the building. It was ridiculous. She had no connection to the Laings, not any more, and she'd never met Mr Laing Senior. There was nothing to worry about. Gwen found the reception and was directed straight into Mr Laing's office.

'He's waiting for you,' the secretary said, her rose-pink lips pursed.

Gwen opened her mouth to explain that the parking in this undeniably quaint and picturesque town was satanic and the unexpected twenty-minute fast walk had made her late, and then closed it when she caught sight of Mr Laing. The man didn't look like he had much time left on this earth and probably didn't want to waste it listening to excuses or parking zone rants.

'Ms Harper. You'll forgive me if I don't get up.' Mr Laing gestured to his wheelchair. 'Please sit.'

Gwen sat and tried not to stare at the ancient being opposite. He must have been at least ninety. Well preserved, for sure, his nails freshly manicured and eyes bright, but surely someone who had earned retirement. What kind of firm was this? The kind you could only leave in a box?

Mr Laing picked up a sheet of heavy-weight cream paper and held it out. 'This is the original of the doc.u.ment that we sent to you. Your great-aunt's will. I understand there is some confusion on your part.'

Gwen kept her hands in her lap, refusing to touch the paper. 'Not confusion exactly.'