Who was the mysterious intruder sneaking around the old Winston mansion?
"Well, there it is," pronounced Alex, as they stood in front of the iron gates. Wild grapevines tangled through the bars with a thickness that the gates hadn't been opened in forty years.
"KEEP OUT." "NO TRESPASSING." "TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED." "BEWARE OF DOG."
"I'll bet there's no dog," Alex said. "Not really. If we just find a spot where the barbed wire has fallen top, then I'm sure we could scramble over."
Lily still felt in her bones that they should stop here, go no farther. "This is a bad idea, Alex," she said.