The safe house was old, ratty curtains over plain glass windows. Paint everywhere she looked. How could this house be safe?
“You’ll be kept here for several weeks.”
“Officers Roberts and Sanchez are my best men. They keep you safe as long as you follow orders. Stay inside. Stay away from the windows.”
She glanced at the men. They looked serious and intent.
The lead officer took pity on her. “It will not be for long. We will catch him.”
They hadn’t caught him yet. It had been weeks already. She nodded and sat down to wait.
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