Jacob squeezed through a gap in the chain-link, carrying a package of Tesco brand toffee. In the hour since the rain had let up, the pools in the pitted asphalt had been colonized by insects. If he hadn’t known any better, he might’ve looked at the teeming life and thought it the product of spontaneous generation. He couldn’t blame the ancients for making that assumption. No beetles. Still, he hurried up the driveway. The door knocker came off in his hand. Jacob reinserted it on loose screws and circled around the house. Someone had carelessly left several upper-story windows open. Wet, ragged curtains ballooned and snapped in the wind. Out back, he mounted a buckling terrace, surveying a wide, unkempt lawn, bounded by treeline. He cupped his mouth and bellowed hello. Silence. He called again, received no answer, turned to knock on the French doors.
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