The Mystery Of The Ghost Thief (Paperback)

Zaid had been watching the house across the street for a while. The old, wooden building with its rotting foundations and peeling paint had lain bare for half a year. The whole house quite resembled an empty lantern-both in terms of people and a source of light. It was dirty, abandoned, and not attractive in the least. But last week, a group of men had come, and Zaid watched curiously as they began to explore the house. He wondered what they had come for.
The last owners of that house had been a large family of Pakistanis, which his mum had been great friends with, and was quite sad to see them go when they had to leave. Zaid had actually been inside the house once-it was the squashiest house he'd ever been in, with far too many tiny rooms and not enough space.
He felt sort of guiltily glad for the neighbours that they had moved- at least maybe they could find a house that accommodated them more comfortably. Mostly he just missed the previous owner's cat, a lazy grey tom that purred whenever he came near.