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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Table of Contents
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  114. Also by Derek Landy
  115. About the Publisher

“You’re sure they didn’t follow you here?”

“Pretty sure.”

Stephanie looks away, considering the situation, then she turns and walks into another room. Danny hesitates, and follows slowly, clearing his throat to announce his presence. He finds her in a room lit up by a bank of security monitors that show images of entry points all around the property. Not only is there a camera at the gate, like he’s always known, but there’s also one at the turn on to the road. Both screens show lightly swirling snow, but no sign of Gant or Wallow.

“They were driving a black Cadillac,” says Danny.

Stephanie takes another moment to cast her eyes over the monitors. “Well, it looks like you lost them.”

“Who are they? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Don’t know,” says Stephanie. “I don’t recognise their names or their descriptions.”

“Why do they want you?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”

“Are you in trouble? Maybe you should call the cops or something. Nothing these two did was threatening exactly, but … I kinda got the feeling they’d be dangerous if, you know …”

Stephanie smiles, showing her dimple. “I’ll be fine, really. I can take care of myself. And I have Xena here. She’ll protect me.”

Danny glances at the dog, who is whimpering softly in her sleep, her hind legs kicking out as she chases some poor unfortunate rabbit through her dreams.

“Yeah,” he says. “But listen, if I give you my number, would you call me if they turn up, or if you need help or you just get, I dunno, nervous out here on your own?”

“Sure,” says Stephanie. “Give me your number and I’ll call you if any of those things happen.”

He writes his number on a pad and she doesn’t even glance at it.

“Thank you for coming out,” she says. “I do appreciate it. If you see them again, just stick to your story that there are no Irish people living around here. They’re probably on their way to the next town already, using the same routine and asking the same questions.”

“You’re not worried that they’ll find you?”

Stephanie looks at him, and he sees something in her smile. “I can take care of myself,” she says.

21

THE EVICTION

Image Missingurtling towards the wall of glass, Stephanie only had time to cover her head and close her eyes before she felt the impact and heard the world break around her. She landed amid the shards and rolled into darkness, eventually slowing into a sprawl. Her clothes had protected her body, but the backs of her hands were cut, sliced open. Blood ran freely, trickling around to her palms, dripping to the floor as she got to her knees.