The den they were looking for was a small house, painted tan, with a palm tree in the front yard. A scraggly flower bed was surrounded in lopsided rocks, and the roof needed re-shingled. Heavy curtains covered the windows, leaking only a small amount of light.

Belle parked on the street. They climbed out, shutting the doors as softly as they could. Fallon strained his ears and caught the muffled sound of a television, but nothing out of the ordinary. Part of him had hoped to ...