Chapter 33

' What the Hell have you gotten yourself into? " I muttered. None of it made sense. noway matter how numerous moments I read the lines or the published runners I'd gotten from the archive, none of it sounded to connect with that skinny girl ago at the Lake House. Despite her lines stationing her symptoms, a lot of them relating to the conditions, none of it sunk into my brain. Mrs jones claimed that it all made sense when I'd called her two nights ago to enquire about Rodney's burial plans. Unfortunately, none of it could be bandied over the phone. Mrs jones was nearly convinced that Rodney's death would beget a ripple sequel among the original police manpower. He was their eighth death at the house. Tapping my bottom on the tarmac, I glanced at my guard for the umpteenth time. The brochure was gripped tightly under my arm, the wind drifting leaves and waste down the thoroughfares. I'd comprehended my own notes in the brochure and awaited agitating them in lesser depth. Despite myse