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“Robert,” the voice on the line whispers. “Is that you?”
“Yes,” I whisper back, apprehensively, as if about to be scammed by some cold-caller. “Who’s this?”
“It’s Edith. Edith May. From number sixty-one.”
A smile forces its way across my face. Never thought I’d be smiling tonight. Not until I find Sammy, anyway. “Jesus, Edith. Where are you calling from? Next door?”
“Yes. I heard you come in earlier. I wasn’t sure if it was you or one of those men.”
“Thank God you’re all right. Is my son with you?” I ask, desperation in my voice. “Is Sammy there?”
“No. Sorry. I haven’t seen him.”
“What about Anna? My Wife? Have you seen her today?”
“No, I haven’t. Is everything all right, Robert?”
My heart sinks.
“Can you get to me?” she asks. “From the garden? It’s too dangerous from the fro
