#thefccl

Lifting it HIGH above her head, Daphne stepped back and settled herself temporarily within the cover of the shadows, her ears straining to listen to EVERY thump on the ground as whoever was getting closer drew nearer and nearer to her location.

There was only one room at the top of the house, one room and the attic, and it was a small bedroom, with a small closet and a small window, generally pretty cramped quarters. The glass window overlooked the front yard, letting thin moonlight stream in to where the shadow of an empty bed frame still stood. It smelled in here, ripe with old age, old pine and dust. And other than sight of yellowing, peeling wallpaper, there really didn’t appear to be much else for her to see. ❝If cobwebs and dustballs were clues, I would TOTALLY already have this case solved,❞ Daphne murmured to herself, continuing to shine her beam of light around the space she was in. A prettily manicured hand propped itself onto her svelte side as her expression scrunched in thought. ❝ — NOTHING!❞

❝Oh, wow.❞ Shaking his head, Marty blinked slowly and ran his tongue over his lips. A soft chuckle was not too far behind as his gaze quickly turned dubious and yet remained infinitely amused, a smile on his lips. ❝Is this the work of my secret secret stash? Because if so, I think I’m going to have to have a serious talk to my dealer.❞