Alisa knocked on the door of the small house. A man who looked in his early fortys opened the door and stuck his head out. “Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Alisa, I’m looking for Jasper, is he home?” The man grumbled something unaudible and shuffled into the house.
“Come in.” he beckoned. Alisa looked around once inside the house, the furniture was worn and the floor was littered with clothes and books.
“JASPER, COME UP HERE ”
“What is it Pa?” a voice called up from the celler.
“there’s a girl here to see you.”
There was a creaking of rungs and a boy who looked about fifteen emerged from the cellar, he picked a cobweb off his arm and looked at Alisa. “Well now, who are you?” he said, taking in her with his storm cloud eyes like a cat will it’s prey.
“Alisa” she said looking down at the floor.
“Well Alisa, you better tell me why you’re here, and how you know my name.”
“I-i needed to ask you something, and… Officer Parman told me your name.”
“well…then you better follow me out back.”