Maggie Howard bustled to her front door, licking her fingers free of the last remains of her breakfast. The doorbell rang again.

"I'm a coming, I'm a coming…" She called, unlocking the door and opening it.

The little girl from next door was stood on the doorstep in her pink pyjamas. Maggie hadn't seen much of her since they'd arrived three days ago at the holiday villa. The father was strange but the mother looked a lot like that ex model Julia Cumberland. Last night they'd had a stonker of a row but Maggie hadn't thought it was her business to pry into it.

Anyway, the tiny black haired thing was just stood on her doorstep, staring blankly at Maggie.

"What's wrong erm, Felicity is it?"

The girl nodded, brushing her hair behind her ears.

"So what's happened then?"

"Daddy killed mummy."

An hour later, Felicity had been wrapped up in a large blanket and given a cup of hot chocolate. She was sat outside the villa, Maggie's arm wrapped around her shoulders. Police officers were swarming around the house, people in white body suits coming in and out the house, carrying bits and pieces in clear plastic zip bags. One officer was talking to her new friend Maggie.

"So did you hear anything from the house last night Ms Howard?"

"I heard shouts but nothing specific. The villas are pretty secluded from the residential houses."

"Did you notice anything last night after the noise stopped?"

"I was in bed, so I don't know what happened."

"And Felicity came to you?"

"Yes, she rang my doorbell about nine times then I answered the door. I asked what was wrong and she just told me that her father had killed her mother."

"Right, right." The officer wrote carefully in his notebook, the tip of his tongue sticking out. The balding man then turned to Felicity.

"Right, sweetheart, I want you to tell me everything that happened last night."

"Mummy and daddy went out for a meal, and mummy put me to bed. Later, I don't know when, mummy screamed and it woke me up. I got up and opened the door a little bit so I could see what was happening. Daddy was yelling things at mummy and she was screaming back. She said she didn't want to wake me up. Then daddy picked mummy up and kept hitting her into the wall. He kept shouting about the truth. Then mummy said that it hadn't meant anything. Then daddy said she was lying. Mummy started shouting at daddy, saying that she didn't ever love daddy and that she was going to leave him for someone, she didn't say who. But daddy hit her with something and she fell down, bleeding. Daddy started crying and said something about beauty not fading. Then she woke up again and he put a bag over her head. I stopped watching after that, I was just so scared….I think I fell asleep after that, because I woke up this morning."

Maggie suddenly burst into tears beside her. "You brave girl. You poor little thing…." She hugged the girl, sobbing.

"Well done Felicity. Now-"

Another officer ran up to him suddenly.

"Sir, we've found the suspect." He whispered in the interviewer's ear, still loud enough for Felicity to hear.

"And the body?"

"With the suspect. He won't leave the body, not until he sees his daughter."

"We can't let her see the body!"

"He won't give us the body until he sees his daughter."

Felicity had been driven to a riverbank by the officer. A pretty place, with low hanging trees and wild roses growing in clumps.

Her father was sat by the bank, five officers standing around him.

"Daddy…" She walked slowly up to him. He turned to her and gave a wide smile.

"Felicity! Come here, I want to show you something." He patted the ground next to him with dark red hands.

Felicity sat down as she was told. Her father started giggling. "Look in the water! Look, look!" He pointed out into the water.

Her mother was laid in the water. She'd been posed and very carefully. A garland of the wild roses from the river bank had been placed on her red hair, a rose between her teeth. But her eyes were still wide open, terrified grey eyes that stared straight into the eyes of her daughter.

Felicity screamed and tried to get up. Her father grabbed her arms tightly, keeping her sat on the floor.

"They called her the rose when she was a model…now she'll be beautiful for ever. She'll be mine forever. Ours. Can't you see that?" He whispered in his daughter's ear. She struggled crying.

"You killed mummy! You killed her! Murderer!" She wept, kicking her legs out.

"I had to! She was going to abandon you. She wanted to leave me!" He got up, hands still digging tight into his daughter's arms.

A handcuff snapped around one of his wrists. He dropped his daughter who ran to an officer screaming. The other one snapped around his other wrist and he tried to get back to the river.

"No, no! I have to be with Julia! I have to stay with her!"