Around 5 pm I pull up to the address Zander gave me. His sports car is already parked in the driveway on the left side, so I park my pristine white Suzuki Swift next to him.
It's a cute little cottage, a classic English white, and grey old-style cottage, with a white picket fence all around the garden, you can see some of the fence beams have been damaged over the years. There is an archway leading to the front door with a little gate that opens as you walk through.
The cottage has overgrown shrubs and vines running all through and around the front of the house. The flower bushes have gone crazy running along the fence line, and it seems that someone hasn't looked after the place in years. Almost as if it is deserted.
There are a few houses around but you couldn't see them for a few mil
