Beside that was the street’s largest house, two stories of modern design—sharp angles, towering windows.
On the corner was another newer house, more traditional, smaller and a bit more modest.
The street was empty but for a woman pushing a baby carriage and talking on a cellular phone. Her conversation was as pleasant, as laughter-filled as that of the family beyond the window on the other side of the street.
“Lucked out,” Silence said.
But he said it figuratively. It hadn’t been luck that had brought him there. It hadn’t been luck that stole C.C. from him, that stole his voice, his name, his future, and his past.
Cruelty had done it.
Cruelty had beaten C.C. to a bloody mess.
Cruelty had murdered her.
And every bit of that cruelty, all the reasons for Silence’s new, destroyed life, were connected to Lukas Burton.
Silence considered once more that he had only one tool that night—his own mind—with which to find Burton.
And stop him.
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