"Hello, I'm Cassius," he explained, "I'll be acting as your patrol officer until you and James find even grounds."
This had to be a joke, there was no way she was going to live with some broke middle aged guy who couldn't find a house in a town with 800 people and 847 houses; but as the stiff arm of Cassius grabbed her shoulder and led her towards the small, seafoam green, volkswagen beetle, a chilly feeling of horror swept over her as the thought of her crazy wall being discovered dawned on her. Perhaps she could hide the bald, dismembered and bloody bodies of her fellow townsfolk who had become victim of the murderer known as the 'Tide Reaper' for his tendency to leave the disfigured bodies on the Cadaver Coast
"This is it, yes?" Cassius questioned, pointing at the yellow ochre ladybird cottage.
"Yes, this is my house." Lisa responded.
