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“I’ll give you
£20.”
    Sylvester shot
him a grateful smile. “£20, thank you Frankie! Any more? No? Okay,
going ...going ...”
    Frankie nodded
towards Grace and gave her a triumphant smile.
    Big
mistake.
    One of the other
bidders caught the look. His hand shot up and he yelled, “I’ll give
you £200! If Frankie Abrahams is bidding on it then there must be
something valuable in there!”
    Grace watched in
horror as a bidding war broke out. Frankie’s look matched her own.
He said, “I’ve only brought £500, if the bidding goes any higher
we’ve no chance.”
    Grace felt her
heart drop into her boots as the storage unit was sold for
£700.
    What was she
going to do now?
     

Chapter 6
     
    The man who
bought the locker was small and wiry-looking, he had mean beady
eyes and a big nose. Grace thought he resembled a rat as he
scuttled towards the locker with a smug look on his
face.
    Frankie sighed.
“You win some, you lose some. Come on, let’s move on to the next
one.”
    Grace couldn’t
move, she couldn’t leave that old woman behind. She said to
Frankie, “I’ll catch you up in a minute, just have to check my
messages.”
    “ Who’s going to leave you a message?” Frankie said.
    It wasn’t said
unkindly this time, Grace knew he was only stating the truth. The
only person who sent her messages was her brother. She used to have
a full and active social life but her friends had slowly
disappeared from her life. She’d let them, she couldn’t deal with
their pitying looks after the car crash. She pressed her lips
together, was it time to get back in touch with them? For her to
make the effort?
    Frankie didn’t
move. Grace made a big show of taking her phone out and tapping on
the screen. Frankie still didn’t move.
    Grace said
pointedly, “I’ll catch you up.”
    Frankie frowned
but walked away. Grace waited until he rounded a corner then she
put her phone away. She walked over to the rat-faced man who was
looking through his newly bought locker. Grace gave a polite
cough.
    The man looked
up, his little eyes narrowed so much that they almost disappeared.
“Yes? What do you want? Come to see what you’ve lost? Ha! Serves
you right! You shouldn’t be here with the big bidders if you
haven’t got the money.”
    Grace swallowed
her angry reply and forced a polite tone into her voice. “I’m glad
you won it, you’re obviously a professional bidder.”
    He stopped what
he was doing, his chest puffed out. His currant-sized eyes looked
Grace up and down. “Yeah, I am a professional. Now I’ve got this
locker you can tell me what your brother spotted in here, he must
have seen something.”
    Grace didn’t
miss the calculating look in his eyes. Out of the corner of her eye
she saw that the ghost was watching him too. Grace said, “It’s
those glass jars over there, he’s seen some online and thought they
might be valuable. They look really old but I don’t know much about
antiques.”
    The man walked
towards the jars. “Yeah, I can see them, they do look old. He might
be right. Well, it’s his loss. What an idiot, letting this locker
go! I bet I can triple my money on it.”
    A sudden feeling
of fear washed over Grace. Had she made a terrible mistake? She was
assuming that the ghost was attached to the chair that she was
sitting on. What if she was attached to the glass jars? That man
would never let her buy one off him now that he thought they were
valuable.
    She needed to
act fast. Feeling ashamed of what she was about to do Grace put her
hand to her head and swayed. She let out a pathetic,
“Oh!”
    She heard a
chuckle coming from the ghost.
    Mr Rat Face
hadn’t noticed her swoon, he was examining the glass
jars.
    “ Try
again, lass!” the ghost shouted out.
    Grace took a
step closer to Rat Face and said even louder, “Oh! I feel terribly
faint! I need to sit down!”
    Rat Face turned
to look at her. “Sit on that chair. How much did your brother say
these were worth?”
    “ I
think