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mansion. Only not all was familiar. Standing out like a neon light from the rest of the unchanging scene was a wooden sign in the front yard. The sign read: FOR SALE.
    Cody panicked. Does he know? Surely the new sign could not be a reaction to his discovery. But Cody couldn’t dismiss the odd timing. He knows .
    Cody shuffled under the doorway ledge of an adjacent building. He needed a plan, and he needed it quick; otherwise he would freeze to death in the storm. Wishing Jade was nearby, Cody scanned the house. He was positive the front door would be locked. Backdoor perhaps? He tried to recall the backside of the house. Even though he had been in the store countless times, he could not recall the existence of a back door. He bit down hard on his lip, a nervous habit that emerged anytime he was straining his brain, which of course, was not very often.
    Finally, it came to him. The window . Apart from the large, draped bay windows in the front, the house had a surprising lack of additional windows, especially considering its great size. There was only one rather small, circular window on the top floor, which must have served as Wesley’s peephole to the outside world. Or to scout out his next murder victim.
    Another window was located on the left side of the building on the second floor. Clearly, though, without a legendary growth spurt in the next few moments, Cody knew it was not an option. That left only one hope: the back window. The window was of medium size, but large enough to crawl through, and if Cody’s memory served him right, which was rare, it should enter into the room that primarily housed poetry.
    Determining that this was his only reasonable plan of action, Cody squatted low and sprinted toward the house, hiding behind parked cars and bushes along the way. For all I know old Wesley is scouting out that peephole right now . Reaching the store, Cody silently scaled the walls around the large house until he came to the backyard. What he saw next shocked him. In the middle of the backyard was a large hole dug into the ground with a shovel sticking upright. By the look of it, the dirt was fresh. He’s going to bury the bodies!
    Cody sensed his quest was becoming more direr by the second. He examined the back of the house. Just as he had remembered, there was the window, his one glimmer of hope. Rushing toward it, he was pleased to find it had not been completely closed. A sliver remained separating the glass and the window sill. Sliding his fingernails under the crack he heaved with all his might—it didn’t budge. It’s jammed.
    Cody looked around him for something to use as leverage. His eyes fell on the shovel. Dashing back into the rain he quickly retrieved the tool. Returning to the window, he slipped the spade under the crack. Applying all his weight, he pressed forcefully down on the handle. With a thud the rustic window dislodged and opened up. Eager to gain shelter from the storm, Cody crawled through the window and into the house—the house of a murderer.
    He collapsed on the floor. The temperature inside was nearly as chilly as the stormy air outside. Gathering himself off the floor, he removed his drenched jacket and shoes, laying them by the window for his departure. He didn’t want to risk his soaked sneakers squeaking and revealing his intrusion.
    Tip-toeing to the door, he cautiously stuck his head out of the room. As expected, the floor was empty. The house was dark, with the only light coming from the chandelier candles that still faintly flickered. Ducking down to conceal himself behind the piles of books, Cody made his way toward the stairs. Reaching them, he knew he would have to temporarily forgo his cover. Taking a deep breath, he stood and dashed up the spiral stair-case. Without stopping at the top, he turned down the hall, weaving his way around piles of books and corners, until he finally threw himself against the wall and sunk down to the floor. He had reached the spot. Looking