Cassandra shimmied up the tall peach tree in her back garden and swung into her room via the window that she hadn’t once (not since her first rebellious act) kept closed. Pulling the contents of her coat’s pockets out and emptying them onto her bed she was captivated by the sight of a locked notebook. It was the item she nicked off the teenager in the alley. Having not had time to closely examine her findings in the alley due to the dark and her unexpected sneeze she was disappointed that it ...