There was no address, only a whispered map. The name of this place—these people—suggested something shadowy, if not downright criminal. But I had no choice, at least not the choice I might have had before the job dissolved. The car fetched enough to buy some time. The house would be next, but I had to find a way to pay. Anyway, what good would those things be if I couldn’t get her back? Lifting the knocker, there was a chilling squeak of old metal on metal…
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