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mine. I never ordered any of this!”
    But the neighbour looked askance at her and obviously did not believe her. She took the things home and checked them against her credit card. She could see that quite a few of the boxes were from a sex toy company selling online. She had to telephone the card company and explain. They were not overly sympathetic as they seemed to think she’d spent and just forgotten what she had spent. They listed a lot of other purchases, and she was frightened as the sums spent were mounting up and she did not have the money and would not be able to pay. She asked them to put a stop on the card and not let any more money be spent, and they agreed to do that but as the things were ordered with her card and delivered to her address she would have to pay. She could try to send them back for refunds. She managed to return the items, and although she was out a lot of money for postage and would have to pay the interest, at least she was not in debt for the large amount she had first feared.

    * * * *

    Emma went straight home after she had been to the post office. When she got to the door of her flat, she had the shock of her life. The door had been kicked in. She went to knock on a neighbour’s door.
    “Can you come with me? My front door has been kicked in and I do not want to go into the flat alone.”
    “Just hang on a minute, love. I will get my son, do come in and wait.”
    Emma had not done more than say ‘good morning’ to her neighbour, but she had always seemed a very friendly, motherly type of woman. She came back, accompanied by a tall, muscular young man, covered in tattoos.
    “Don’t worry, if there is anyone still inside, I will deal with him,” the young man said. His name was Eddie, and very quietly and carefully, he entered her flat.
    “You just wait there. If there is anyone inside, it will be safer. If there isn’t, then the fewer people who go in the better, in case the police can find forensic evidence.”
    A couple of minutes later he was back at the door.
    “He, or they, have gone. You come back to our flat and phone the police from there.”
    He took her back to his mother, who made Emma sit down and phone the police. They promised to send someone round.
    “How about a nice cup of tea, while you wait, love,” she said. Emma was used to the Yorkshire custom of calling everyone ‘love’ by now. When she had first arrived, it was very strange to have bus conductors, taxi-drivers, and the like call her ‘love.’ Now she accepted it and liked it. One thing was certain, if you stood at a bus stop in Yorkshire, people would be friendly and speak to you. It was comforting to be looked after by this motherly woman. She gave Emma a cup of tea and two chocolate digestive biscuits. While Emma nibbled and sipped her tea, the woman introduced herself.
    “I am Mrs Smith, you have met Eddie. My man is out at work. He works in the steel industry.”
    “I am Emma Browne. I work as a designer for an online lingerie company,” Emma said.
    “You will be needing someone to mend that there door. Eddie is handy with his hands and can do it for you, if you like.”
    Emma accepted with alacrity. She had been wondering how she was going to manage to find a joiner. The doorbell chimed. It was the police.
    “Constable Julie Taylor,” the young girl said. Emma thought she could be barely out of school and was relieved to see an older policeman waiting at the door of her flat.
    “I am Sergeant Bradley. I shall need you to accompany me into the flat. I need to know what has been taken, madam,” he said.
    The flat was a mess. Clothes, papers and books were scattered everywhere. When she checked, all that was missing was her laptop.
    “The only thing that has been stolen is my laptop,” she said.
    “That’s odd. Why have they made such a mess then? It doesn’t look as if they were searching for anything, more making a mess,” Sergeant Bradley said. The police left, promising to be in