The next day, about two, Jasper and Liv pulled up outside the address that was exchanged over dinner the previous night, to inspect Natasha’s room.

Liv rang the doorbell while Jasper, who was smoking a cigarette, looked around the front garden and checked the windows. The white frames around them were pristine, and the curtains were drawn back, except for in one room. He thought that must have been Natasha’s room, hopefully left as it was found.

Gareth opened the door. He had purple bags around his eyes, and the buttons on his cuffs were buttoned to the wrong holes, his shirt was un-tucked, and his socks were mismatched.

‘Hello Liv,’ he greeted her, ‘Jasper.’ he continued, looking over towards him.

‘Hey’ she said, greeting him with a hug. Jasper merely nodded and barged his way into the house.

‘It’s the first on the right, isn’t it?’ Jasper shouted after going up the stairs.

‘Umm, yes..’ Gareth shouting back ‘Would you like a drink? And please don’t smoke in here.’

‘Yes, Scotch, double. Bring it up’ he replied, going into the bedroom and ignoring the last part.

Up in the bedroom, Jasper turned on the light. He looked around the soft pink walled area, covered in posters of Twilight and Harry Potter. There was a chest of draws, next to the bed, upon which was a photo of Natasha, in a pink frame, adorned with stars. Her expression was strange, a faked smile. He thought nothing of it, as people usually faked smiles for photographs. Someone had been cut out of the picture, to the left, so Jasper investigated. He removed the picture from its frame, and unfolded it. A blonde haired boy of about eighteen was revealed, and Jasper looked over his face. It was fair, unblemished, and pinker around the cheeks than anywhere else. He tossed it onto the pink-covered bed, and continued his search. He looked in the wardrobe, but found nothing but clothes and a jewellery box. Nothing had been taken it seemed, as it was full, and he thought that she saw no value in it. Gareth and Liv appeared in the doorway, with Jasper’s whiskey.

‘Put it down, and leave.’ Jasper instructed.

‘Excuse me, but’ Gareth began.

‘Don’t, just let him work’ interrupted Liv, ‘he doesn’t mean it; he just gets like this sometimes.’