Later, with Lee having reassured himself that the coast is clear, he and Amanda set off to search the Bodine house. It’s not the first time that Amanda has accompanied Lee on a break-in, although on that occasion they were letting themselves into an impersonal Post Office to find a parcel rather than breaking into somebody’s actual home.
Having got into the house, as they come through the french windows, Amanda’s first instinct is to shine her torch around the room to see if she can spot anything. However this only earns her a whispered hiss from Lee to keep her light down, even as his hand reaches out to push it downwards. The last thing they need is for someone noticing an unexplained light in a supposedly empty house! The gloom of the darkened room and the whole fact of what they are doing certainly doesn’t make Amanda feel particularly comfortable!
“This gives me the creeps,” she whispers.
“This way,” Lee announces, having done a quick scan of the room and decided on where they should head first. Amanda doesn’t question it and merely follows in his wake; after all, she is sure he knows what he’s doing being the experienced spy that he is. What’s more she’s going to stay as close to him as possible!
“We’re looking for letters, diaries, phone numbers, anything unusual,” he tells her, although as he turns to find her right behind him – and far too close for his liking – he decides on another track. “I’ll check upstairs.”
He’s not about to have her follow him so when she asks him what she should do he tells her to just check around. That should keep her occupied and to his mind she’ll be perfectly safe downstairs on her own, especially as they’re the only ones in the house let alone awake!
Reluctantly, Amanda watches Lee head for the stairs. She’d much rather go with him but if he wants her to check the downstairs then that’s what she’s going to have to do. But where to start?
She flashes her torch around and spots a closed door. Perhaps she should check to see what’s behind it? Stealthily she creeps towards it and even though she knows there’s no one at home she gives the door a brief knock before tentatively entering.
It leads her into the bathroom – the surfaces strewn with a whole host of beauty products and, upon closer inspection, a rather blackened hairdryer. She picks it up thoughtfully and gives it a sniff. It smells as though it’s burnt out.
As she puts it down she hears the sudden startled sound of a cat. She really isn’t comfortable with the situation and decides it’s high time to try and find Lee. Surely he isn’t far away? When she calls out to him, however, she gets no response. Maybe he didn’t hear her? Venturing back into the main room she hears another noise – this time seeming slightly more ominous as though glass has been broken – and in the eerie gloom she calls out nervously to Lee again. Fear starts to swell; something is definitely not right! The worst thing is that there seems to be absolutely no sign of Lee.
Keeping a wary eye out and more than a little unnerved she heads towards the kitchen, not quite knowing where she should start looking for Lee, when suddenly she feels something seize her leg. She lets out a scream, utterly terrified, although as she sharply spins about and peers down she sees Frank Bodine lying on the floor!
His very presence in the house is a shock to her. He isn’t supposed to here at all but rather staying with Harriet and her husband for the night! That was the whole reason why they came to check the house for clues!
“Oh! Mr Bodine!” she cries, instinctively crouching down to help him, only to find the horrifying sight of blood on her hands from a wound Frank has received after obviously being attacked. Had it happened while she was in the other room? Is that what those noises she heard were linked to?
When she looks up after hearing the back door open behind her she finds herself confronted by a masked figure lurking menacingly in the doorway. Alone with only a dying man in her arms, she has no way of defending herself, no weapon to use if this person should try to attack her too so she does the only thing she can – she screams at the top of her voice for Lee, praying this time that he will hear her, a move which mercifully sends the intruder running. “Lee, they’re getting away!”
From the garden Lee hears Amanda’s stark cry of warning. His first reaction is to get to her as quickly as possible; he has no idea whether she’s in danger. He slows, however, his instincts anticipating something, reaching for his gun to protect himself as he moves towards the house.
The sound of a car’s engine and then, in the next second, a van coming crashing through the garage doors forces him to abandon trying to fire at the speeding vehicle when it heads straight for him. He can do nothing else but run as fast as he can to try and escape the van which seems hellbent on hitting him.
Desperate to avoid being struck he throws himself out of its path into the shrubbery, although in the next moment, with the van having ground to a halt, someone bears over him seemingly intent on finishing him off.
Quickly reacting, he narrowly avoids being staked by a pink flamingo. He kick outs and knocks his assailant off his feet, taking advantage of the fact by scrambling to his feet and reaching for the nearest weapon to hand – another plastic flamingo!
He has little time to dwell on the suitability of such a weapon; the bad guy is quick to continue his attack upon him, giving Lee little option but to fight back as best he can. Flamingos clash, no longer ornaments of the garden but potentially deadly weapons.
It is only when the van once more comes back to try and mow Lee down that he is compelled to leap aside while his assailant gets into the van before driving off into the night.
Left alone his mind switches back to Amanda. Is she all right? He hasn’t heard anything more from her since he heard her scream out to him. Retrieving his gun from the ground where he dropped it earlier, he bolts for the house not knowing what to expect.
What he finds is Amanda, seemingly and mercifully unharmed, sitting on the kitchen floor with Frank Bodine cradled in her lap.
He rushes over to her and crouches down beside her. What was supposed to be a simple break-in to find some evidence has now yielded something far more than he originally bargained for – a dying man who, even though he is beginning to fade as the life ebbs from him, has only one thing he needs to say.
“Hairdryer.” Frank Bodine murmurs as he draws his last breath and dies.
In absolute silence Amanda and Lee turn to each other. Betty Bodine spoke about hairdryers before being found dead and now it seems that her husband has gone exactly the same way….