Stepping out, she glimpsed Carver as he barged through another door down the hall. She went to the third door. A key in the lock. From the outside. She tried the door, moving the doorknob slowly. The door was locked. She turned the lock, flung the door open. A moment of confusion as she stepped into a room that belonged to another house more than a hundred miles away. Nathan’s room. Except it wasn’t. It was a twisted replica, a cage decorated to feel like a boy’s bedroom. And on the bed, lying under sheets stained with blood, was the inert shape of a child. Two quick steps and she was by his
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