Otis motioned for Karl and another man, presumably the attorney, and the three of them strode aside to have a quick word. Abby examined their faces—the attorney was clearly worried; Otis appeared calm. Karl’s face was impassive. The rest of the community walked toward a large barnlike structure, which was presumably where they had their meals. “I’ll stay behind,” Wong told her. “Look around.” “You’re not alone,” Abby answered in a low voice, glancing significantly at a large man who remained outside the house, studying them.
