Only through the open front door did any escape to offer a weak challenge to the besieging fog. Finding the electricity switched on had been a big bonus, particularly for Jennison, but he still stuck close to his partner as they went methodically through the downstairs rooms, then headed upstairs. “Hello hello hello,” said Maycock as he pushed open a bedroom door to reveal a double bed, neatly made up, though not with fresh linen. “This looks like it’s still in use.” “Yeah. Hey, do you think some of the girls might have been using this place to bring their punters?” “Could be.” Maycock sniffed the air. “Smell a bit sexy to you?” Jennison sniffed. “Nah,” he said. “Think it’s thy haddock.” There was only one door they couldn’t open. Some of Jennison’s uneasiness returned.
