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“It looks pretty quiet,” said Henry, as they parked outside of Nora’s grandmother’s house – a small bungalow nestled between two very old willow trees.
Nora opened the passenger door. “It always looked this way.”
There were no vehicles parked near the house, which I figured was a fairly bad sign. “Sorry, Nora, I don’t think he’s here,” I said, getting out of the truck.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t either,” she said, walking toward the front door. “But that doesn’t mean he won’t show up at one point. I’ll leave him another note, tell him that we’re going to the Mall of America.”
“Just hold up there, toots,” said Henry, shuffling toward her with his shotgun. “Let me go in first, in case there are any uninvited guests. I’ll introduce them to my double-barrel.”
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