The following weekend, Maggie enlisted Christopher’s help and headed for the house. It took them more than an hour to get there.
“When they said it was on the outskirts of town, they forgot to mention that it was in the middle of the fucking forest,” Christopher said as they finally turned off from the main road and drove down a gravel road between the trees.
“At least it’ll be nice and quiet,” Maggie said.
“Yeah. Nobody’ll hear you scream when the insane axe-murderer comes over. The nearest neighbour is what, half a kilometre away? Perfect for a mad scientist.”
“Charlotte wasn’t mad,” Maggie said defensively.
“How do you know? You said you didn’t know her.”
“I…” Maggie hesitated. “Look, she just wouldn’t be.”
“We’ll see.”