FINDING ELENA
“If you don't look better when I return later, I'm calling the doctor.”
“Thank you, Julia,” Elena said softly, already sleepy as the older lady pulled the covers over her shoulders.
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In the small town of Essex, Bob Wick sat low in the rental car driver’s seat, outside Jon Nolan’s bungalow, one hand resting on the wheel, the other nursing a paper cup gone cold hours ago.
He'd arrived last night and had noticed movement in the house, though most of the lights were either turned off or dimmed. He decided to wait and watch. And he did, through the long, quiet night.