Chapter 20“This is where your homeless man lives?” Amanda asked, pulling up in front of Barbara’s house. “Looks pretty empty.”
“It’s supposed to look empty. But wait for my text before you drive off.”
“Of course.”
I gathered my coat and the bag that held my work clothes, and we said good night. I could hear the far-off whoops of drunken Halloween enthusiasts, wild as coyotes.
Feeling like a trespasser, I pushed up the heavy gate latch and slipped into the side yard. As I skirted the house, I glanced up at the windows in case he heard and was watching, debating whether or not to attack whoever was infiltrating the property.
It’s me, I tried to tell him, in case the pull wasn’t enough. But I felt it. I knew he was home just from the purpose flexing my leg muscles, drawing me to him.
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