Chapter 59

Brent Haines put down his chopsticks, lowered his head, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum: “There’s… only two beds in the house…”

It was very quiet in the living room. Mr. Heines, Mrs. Heines, and Smith couldn’t hear what she said.

“What did you say? Speak up!” Mr. Heines frowned and ...