Chapter 23
I’d barely got myself settled on the bed when the call to reap came and I was drawn to a housing area opposite Easton University. One of the newer estates, brick homes were squeezed into tiny blocks and juvenile trees provided limited shade for the kids playing in their yards. Cars slowly wound their way through narrow streets, dodging people out for a stroll. A typical Saturday afternoon in suburbia.
The pull of my client drew me towards the backyard of a gleaming two storey monstrosity. I rounded the corner of the house and at first I could see nothing to warrant my presence. Washing fluttered on the clothesline, an empty basket resting on the ground beneath it. Then the clothesline turned in the wind, revealing white sheets splattered in blood.
On the other side of the clo
