I hunted around the Lambeth area, but I couldn’t find anyone who ever claimed to have known the guy, or any of his relatives. I’d managed to take ... snapshot of Dave Laurence — he seemed to shun overt publicity, his books only ever carrying a silhouette of him on their back cover — anyway I showed it around the Lambeth area but no bugger appeared to recognise him. I even searched their house one time, whilst he and Sandra were off on a trip somewhere, but I couldn’t find anything that pointed to. There were even flowers in a vase on the desk!I lifted Wendy up in the air and twirled her around the room as she squealed with delight! OUR room!Two real beds! And a large closet along with two dressers and two comfortable chairs with a small table in between! But most important was the lock on the door!Wendy couldn't stop giggling, but we checked out the bathroom, realized the shower was just big enough for the two of us and we quickly stripped and jumped into the water.I swear we washed each. As he pushed the start switch, he heard someone shuffling down the corridor from the bedrooms. In a minute, Ellen entered the kitchen. ‘Morning, sunshine,’ he greeted her ‘Grumble, grumble,’ she replied, half smiling. ‘Still the bright morning person, I see,’ he replied. ‘Go to hell,’ she laughed. ‘God, you two wore me out, crumpled me up and threw me under a car, I swear. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to, uh, move until next weekend.’ ‘Uh-huh. How about I draw you a nice warm bath for you. Peter was dressed in old shorts and a t-shirt and carrying a plastic bag with more clothes in it. Holly pulled him into the kitchen. “Peter’s here!” she announced loudly.“Oooh, Peter’s here!” mimicked her mother with a laugh. She too was dressed in old and worn-out shorts and a top, and she kissed him quickly and asked, “Had breakfast yet?”Peter nodded. “Yeah. Now, what’s up? What are you planning today that I needed my grubbies for?” He tossed the bag onto the counter and poured himself some.