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“Hoe play this?” Dekka asked

“We see what’s what If Hunter’s gone nuts, lift hi away Bounce hi to hurt him, just talk to hi away from him “Hunter You in there?”

No answer

“Okay, it’s Sa in” He purposely did not mention Dekka Dekka was a weapon he’d as soon keep in reserve “I’ there won’t be any kind of problem”

Sam took a deep breath and stepped inside

A painting of an attractive but serious-looking wo in the entryway Someone, presu with a mustache carefully drawn on with a black Sharpie

The hallas afronment and cracked Not much different from most of the residences in a FAYZ without parents

The first roo room, dark The kitchen was ahead, down the hall, past the stairs The faht Dekka poked her head into the dining room, peered under the table, and whispered, “Clear”

Sam advanced to the family room

The faer -eht yellow Nerf projectiles, faain, and as probably her husband—knocked over on the mantel, dust thick on bookshelves

At first Sam didn’t see Harry He had fallen between the couch and a heavy coffee table But one step closer, and he came into view

Harry was lying facedown There was a deflating blister on the back of his neck It reminded Sam of a balloon three days after a party

Saed “Dekka?”

Dekka raised one hand, and the table lifted off the floor Saave it a shove It floated aside till it was out of Dekka’s field, then it crashed to the floor

Sa the blister, he pressed two fingers against Harry’s neck “I’,” Sam said “You try”