Narrator
Mr. Stone arrived at Jeremy’s place shortly after the gang left. He furrowed his eyebrows sensing that something was not right. The windows were dark, indicating that the inside was not lit. But the front door was wide open. The whole place was dark as it was deep in to the night and the only lights that lit the place were of the street lights.
The shadows of the trees in the yard and the turned off lights of the house made it difficult for him to determine what was waiting for him. But Mr. Stone was experienced enough not to trust such sceneries. Could it be possible that Jeremy went back in his word? Did he expose the plans to her uncles? He definitely didn’t like what he felt, but he had to trust his conscience.
His gaze never left the silent house. The breeze rustled the
