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Toby pressed himself deeper into the window ledge. He shuddered as Melvin grunted loudly, pulling his burden out of the window, across the front of the house, and up the drainpipe to the roof. For such a small creature, his strength was astounding. Toby knew it would prove to be a problem if he needed to confront him.
Climbing awkwardly, Toby reached the rooftop, only to catch a glimpse of Melvin’s silhouette as it bounded from one rooftop to the next. Charlie was limply straddled over his shoulders like a pirate’s bag of loot.
Toby’s plan was simple; he would follow Melvin to wherever he took Charlie. With luck, he wasn’t a murderer. Maybe his victims were hidden away for some reason, trapped but still alive. It was possible. After all, no actual bodies of the victims had
