The house had been deserted until a week ago when its longtime owner, Theresa Hobbs Grayson, had somehow managed to steal the car of the live-in nurse who cared for her and make her way from her current residence in Missoula to her former hometown. Once she'd reached Northbridge, she'd abandoned the car at the ice cream parlor, walked the remaining block and a half to the house and slipped in through the cellar door.

Suffering from mental illness, Theresa had spent a few days undetected before she was discovered. When local police had entered the premises, she'd run for an upstairs bedroom, locking herself in. In her disturbed state of mind, she had hysterically refused to leave either the bedroom or the residence itself, saying that she was there to get back what was taken from her. The police had been forced to call in Human Services. Which, in Northbridge, meant sole social worker Neily Pratt, who was now overseeing Theresa's welfare and, for the time being, staying with Theresa at the old Hobbs house.

Neily's brother Cam joined her on the front porch where she was saying thanks and good-night to everyone as they left.

"Are you doing okay here alone?" Cam asked as he stood beside Neily and waved to someone heading off down the hill. Cam was one of the local police officers, and he, too, had done