Chapter 9
Annemarie sat on the edge of one of the dining room chairs chewing on her bottom lip while she watched the dim, wavering glow coming from the open trap door to the basement—the only light in her pitch-black house. She’d put Cody to bed two hours ago, and it hadn’t been easy. He’d wanted to stay up to see the lights come on when Gabe turned the power back on, as if they would look any different simply because they were running on new, up-to-code wiring. His weariness had won out in the end, and after Gabe had helped her tuck him in, she had been relieved when he drifted off within minutes. They had a long day in the truck ahead of them tomorrow, and Cody wasn’t fond of snoozing on the road, too afraid he might miss something exciting.
Suddenly, light flooded the dining room from
