CHAPTER TWELVE
As a vehicle door creaked open and slammed shut with a thud, Skip whispered to Annie that they were going to only take a looksee. Maybe the driver would keep on going.
But he had to see for himself. So far it had been irate callers’ voices over the intercom at the radio station, furtive figures across the way from the sublet in Hoboken, a nondisclosure form dangling from the iron railing, a shot shattering his front window followed by slashed tires. All this followed by a note on his windshield in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, Duffy’s sliced collar, and a blow to his head here in the Blue Ridge. But no actual perpetrator he could lay his eyes on.
He reached for Annie’s hand as he set off down the terracotta stairs, but she shook him off and brandished her willow wand. Catch
