Harold Waterman closed the door on the two police officers but remained smiling and waving through the glass until they moved out of sight around the corner of the house. Only then did he expel a pent-up sigh of relief. “They're gone.”
He returned to the kitchen where his mother was brewing a new pot of tea for him and fresh coffee for herself.
“What did they want?” Ada folded her arms and leaned back against the counter. Behind her, steam from the kettle steamed the evening windows. The temperature outside had dropped and he'd be surprised if they didn't get a frost overnight. “Or were they just poking about for the fun of it?”
“They were genuinely looking for a fugitive, I think, though they wittered on about cryogenically preserved bodies. I offered to show him the freezer but he declined.” Harold shook his head, still smiling at the thought of bodies in his freezer. What an insane idea. He couldn't even imagine the amount of time it would take to defrost one in the microwave. He turned to his young daughter. “Why did you follow them around the house, darling?”
“There were demons after them, Daddy. One would jump into the defective insecter and then I pushed it out again.” She giggled. “It was like playing leapfrog with a pogo stick.”
“I see.” Harold tried to banish the image of the police inspector on a pogo stick in case it popped up next time they spoke. “Very good then, darling.”