CHAPTER NINETEEN
Four years ago …
I leaned against a tree outside the O’Brian house, my arms folded in front of my chest, my eyes scanning the area around the house for any sign of movement. Every now and then I would see Simon—who was doing a full patrol around the house—appear in my vision, only for him to disappear shortly thereafter by going around a corner to the back of the house.
The O’Brian house was fairly big. It was an old country house that looked like it had been built sometime during the amage Civil War, complete with white pillars supporting a balcony that jutted out over the front yard. One of the balcony windows had a light on, which was Mr. O’Brian’s room. I could only assume that Mr. O’Brian, despite assurances from me that he would be safe, was attempting to stay awa
