On the day marked September 21st, Nancy Lee found a roommate. Together, Nancy Lee and said roommate rented a small, two bedroom house, boarders by two other’s, which were inhabited by an old deaf man, and a young alcoholic. Neither neighbours were much help to the police, one couldn’t hear anything from Nancy’s house and the other was passed out cold, the taste of beer lingering around them like a spell. Things could have been different if someone heard the screams. The cries. The begs. Maybe, Nancy Lee could still be here if she was heard. Two months after Nancy Lee found a roommate and rented a house with said roommate, she went missing. So did her roommate. (Note - This is meant to be like a blurb for the book.)
