A Little Girl Called 911 Crying, “Daddy’s Snake Got Out Again…-tete

stood at the hidden stairway with Ortiz beside him, both wearing masks now. The smell rising from below was stronger than anything upstairs.

Animal musk.

Mold.

Disinfectant.

Something metallic underneath.

“Daniel said anything?” Ortiz asked.

Delaney glanced toward the front window, where the cruiser lights flashed red and blue over the lawn.

“Not a word.”

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