I whisper, as Annabelle and I sit in the front seats of her car, shrouded in darkness. “As soon as she walks through that door, they'll be all over her like a bad rash!” “That's what I'm counting on,” she replies, keeping her voice down. “But what good does that do us?” I ask, watching as Agnes tentatively makes her way across the street, heading toward the steps at the front of Knott's Court. Even from here, her silhouette looks tentative and nervous, and it's hard to believe she'll get all the way to the front door. She's clearly terrified. “You don't even know that your silly little microphone will work. Isn't that the sort of thing they'd spot a mile off?” “I've scanned the frequencies all around the house,” she continues, leaning forward a little and furrowing her brow as Agnes reaches the bottom of the steps. “I'm reasonably confident that this particular microphone will get through without being noticed or blocked.
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