Overstreet said, “what do we do now?” Hewitt shrugged. “Wait, I guess.” “What do you think she’ll do?” “I’m not sure. I guess she’ll either pack up and head for the hills or she’ll confront him with what we told her.” “That could be dangerous,” Overstreet remarked. “What if he decides to dispose of her to shut her up?” “It’s a possibility, but it was a chance we had to take.” “Yeah, well, I’d hate for anything to happen to the girl,” Overstreet said, “but I’m more worried about my own neck right now.” Hewitt nodded. “At least we know that he’s in the house, or somewhere nearby. If she won’t tell us where he sleeps, we’ll just have to go in and have a look around.” “How do you plan to do that?” “I’m working on it.”
