Chapter FifteenJean crept up toward Rico as he waited for the person outside the door to answer. He signaled to her to stay back and lie on the floor with a wave of his free hand then an index finger pointing down.
Then a voice from outside said, “Paul, is that you? It's me, Hank.”
This could be a ruse, but Rico doubted it. He relaxed. Larry wasn't smart enough to find out the name of a neighbor who knew Paul and then force him to knock on the door, and he wasn't smart enough to try to impersonate the neighbor, whose voice sounded authentic to Rico. He made his way to the door and peeked through the peep hole. Outside was a scrawny middle- aged man with dark, wavy hair and bulging eyes. He stood about six feet tall and looked to weigh all of a hundred and fifty pounds. He was alone.
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