Chapter 57 The Hand at Her Throat

The hand tightened. Mrs. Pierce made a thin, wet sound and clawed at the fingers.

"Let her go," Ethan said.

"Not yet." The voice was low, male, and calm. "She has not answered the boy."

A man stepped out of the dark behind the teapot. He was tall and stooped, in a gray suit gone shiny at the elbo...

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