The den they were looking for was a small house, painted tan, with a palm tree in the front yard. A scraggly flower bed was surrounded in lopsided rocks, and the roof needed re-shingled. Heavy curtains covered the windows, leaking only a small amount of light.
Belle parked on the street. They climbed out, shutting the doors as softly as they could. Fallon strained his ears and caught the muffled sound of a television, but nothing out of the ordinary. Part of him had hoped to catch them in some desperate and violent act then Laura would already know what they were up to, and be glad to see him.
Now I'm going to have to convince her.
Belle caught Fallon's attention and motioned to Fletcher. Then, with a wink, they disappeared into thin air. Fallon jolted, but a second later scoffed at
