I picked up the phone again, angling the torch at the page, looking more closely at the picture. It was hardly a work of art, just stick figures and thick crayoned lines. It showed a house with four windows and a shiny black front door, not unlike Heatherbrae. The windows were colored in black, all except for one, which showed a tiny pale face peeping out of the darkness. It was oddly disconcerting, but there was no name signed to it, and no way of knowing
