They were now locked in for the evening and Crazy Mel sat at the desk in her cell completely absorbed in the process of making an origami animal.
Her long brown fingers intricately manipulated the piece of paper, folding it one way and then the other, shaping it into the desired form.
Lying to one side on the desk was the letter from Bailey. She’d received it in the post earlier that day. In the letter, Bailey had told her that the Hairdresser was dead, that the duppy was gone. She’d thanked Mel for the origami tiger. It had indeed protected her, just like Mel had said it would.
Mel’s fingers deftly creased the paper. First the ears, and then the legs, and now a tail. Fold by fold, it slowly took shape…
Hairdresser? Dead?
When it came to duppies, dead didn’t always mean dead. That was the thing with duppies. Yuh neva knew fah sure…