He was so nervous he trembled a little as he sank into the foamy sudsy water.

He could hear voices so he turned off the water and listened.

“No, I haven’t seen anyone tonight.”

“Who is in the bathroom?” Asked a deep-voiced man, undoubtedly a state trooper, Tarquin sank into the suds wanting to disappear.

“Oh my little niece Rachel, she is a special needs child and I am looking after her now.”

“We’ll need to see her Ma’am to verify..”

Margaret cut him off her voice angry, “you will not barge into my home Sir.

If you want to see my niece you can come back in an hour she is having a bath at the moment.

She is a very sensitive little girl with developmental issues, she is like a toddler and I won’t have you upset her.”