Chapter 29
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Go back to the house entrance
You stand in front of the front door of a private home, shivering, nipples hard in the wet chill.
A small green painted wooden door, on large cast iron hinges, with a doorbell on one side stands before you. The house itself is unassuming, and the door is flanked by high hedges, so you're mostly screened from the avenue to the north as you stand here. You don't draw too much comfort from that. It's raining lightly.
What's next?
