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Through the passenger-side window, Anna watched as the car Harry had rented settled to a stop in front of an unfinished house that was little more than a two-story wooden box with holes where the windows should be. The front lawn was actually just a field of mud and dirt, and the driveway was made of gravel.
Anna closed her eyes, sinking into the passenger's seat. She pressed a palm to her forehead and massaged away a throbbing pain. “Okay, let's play this smart. No sudden, aggressive movements. Nothing that might scare the boy.”
Harry sat with his hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead with a pensive expression. “You want me to come with you?” he asked. “The kid trusts you. He may not feel the same way about me.”
“I think it's wise. He has to know you.”
She got out of
