CHAPTER 20-01
The day had passed with depressing alacrity.
At least that was what Sylvester found himself thinking as he gazed out of the blacked-out window of the top of the range Hummer. It was barely six p.m, and though the sky was still harbouring a pleasant remnant of daylight, he felt as though it was much later than it was.
Gallow Springs was a quaint little neighbourhood, and at the end, rounded off into a neat cul-de-sac, a small arc of beautiful bungalows sat. It had taken the best part of an hour and a half to reach, but now that they had arrived, he found himself regretting his decision, wishing that it wasn't too late to turn the car around.
But the car had pulled up in front of a home, a cosy looking thing that was bursting with character; there was no turning back. The g
