Her belly tightened and she adjusted the basket of green beans and tomatoes against her hip, hurrying toward the house, heart pounding. They hadn’t come here in a long time. The snoot. Not since she’d foretold one of Seattle’s companion’s deaths. Had it given her a false sense of security? Yes, of course. She looked beyond the gate and saw a single black vehicle trundling along toward the wall. She’d heard about Wayne and Buddy going missing from Yellow Mountain and she thought of the arcade upstairs, with all of its mysterious computers and games that had gotten a lot of use in the last few months. Foolish, foolish! The vehicle was close to the gates now, and Frank had appeared from nowhere, shading his eyes against the sun, watching silently as well. Neither of them moved to open the gates. The truck stopped and two doors opened. A man stepped out on each side, each of them tall and dark and too far away for her to clearly read their expressions.
