Triple Time, Doubled

I opened the door to the front of the room while Winston opened up a small portal to the Dead Line to highlight any Fae magic. Curiously, not only were there no traps inside, but the room was brightly lit by the early evening sunshine. A large bay window overlooked Offley Street and through the grime we could see a few people on their way to St. Pity's for Sunday evening mass.

"What time is it?" said Meinwen. "It looks late."

"Ten past six," said Winston, checking his mobile phone.

"Have we really been here three hours?" she said. "This was supposed to be my day off."

Winston sniffed. "We'd better wrap this up soon else I'm charging overtime on top of Sunday time."

"You do surprise me," I said. "Can you honestly tell me exploring a haunted, be-trapped house doesn't excite you and get the blood pounding through your veins?"

Winston shrugged. "Not really," he said. "But the prospect of meeting my mortgage payment this month does."

"Mortgage? I thought you inherited the house from your parents?" Meinwen pulled opened the sideboard doors and looked inside.

"I did." Winston looked at a photograph on the wall that displayed the two older children from the other photograph. "But I remortgaged it to finance the garage."

"Ah." I nodded. "You should have come to me. I could have given you a better rate."

"Possibly," he said, "but the bank didn't make me sign in blood."