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"But you don't."
This time she was sure she heard it. Turning, Sadie stared a couple dozen feet away, across the weed-choked yard, at an old wooden garden shed. A warm wind fingered the tall grass and a crow cawed from the top of a fifty-foot monkey puzzle tree.
"That's funny. I keep thinking I hear a-" She broke off and turned to Zack.
The look on his face said he heard it too.
When the sound came again, Sadie knew it was the muffled, keening cry of a newborn baby. A sound totally out of sync in the middle of nowhere around a closed meth lab.
"There's a baby in that shed," Sadie said, already down the steps and traipsing toward the building.
