CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Franklin knocked on the architrave at the front door. Beside him, Howell shuffled his feet, trying to clean off mud or keeping warm. After a minute, he rapped again, this time on the security door itself. Then he took a couple of steps and leaned out a long arm to tap his knuckles on a large window.
Instinct told him the bloke wasn’t home and a knot tightened around his sternum. Twenty-five minutes gone just getting here. If Alec’s dad wasn’t around, that dead time would be doubled before they made it to their next destination.
He rubbed at the burning knot in his chest and glanced at Howell, wondering if they should’ve called ahead. His partner did a small head wag. Might’ve been commiserating over the wasted trip. Or tuning into his thoughts and agreeing.
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