Darwin only saw the building when Cassidy turned into the drive, the scraping replaced by weeds growing up through the gravel brushing the underside of the vehicle. It was a large detached Victorian building, one half blackened by the fire that had caused it to be abandoned, roof supports jutting up like exposed blackened ribs. The other half seemed to take on a sickly green hue, either from the moss that coated the remaining roof or the algae covered windows. It stood on a slight rise, surrounded by woods on three sides and enough foliage on the other that the building couldn't be seen from the road anywhere other than the gateway. "Park round the back," Darwin instructed, pointing to where the drive split and lead to the rear of the property. Cassidy said nothing but did as she was asked. She's still pissed at me, he thought. She'd been adamant that she didn't want to go to Swindon, but had given no more reason than "because". What's wrong with Swindon? he thought. Besides, this was so on the outskirts, he wasn't sure it counted at all.
