Chapter 45
It seemed to take forever to get there, but eventually he reached the neighborhood and turned down her street. He drove past Annie's house, relieved to see authorities had already finished up with it, and parked about a block away. Going to the trunk, he dug out the S&W as well as the shoulder holster he'd missed the first time. He owed Leslie big time. He shrugged out of his jacket, got the holster in place, checked the gun and slid it into the holster, then put his jacket back on and slammed the trunk shut.
He braided his hair back, secured the end with a hairband from the duffle bag, and headed back toward Annie's house on foot.
The neighborhood was dead quiet, not even kids running about, despite the hour and the nice weather. Well, he wouldn't let his kids outside either, if he had any. His stomach cramped, thinking of his hypothetical children. They were all supposed to look like Anderson, damn it. What was he going to do if that proved to no longer be possible?