The Girl in the Wych Elm: Part Eight
8. Naayééʼ Neizghání From behind a tree, Addy stealthy watched Hollis as he emerged from the cellar. She had been trailing him since he left Juniper’s house, despite being cautioned not to a second time by the woman. Addy was hard-headed; a characteristic that had persisted since childhood. Chills scurried up Hollis' spine. He felt someone watching him. Addy ducked low behind an overgrown bush. She prayed Hollis hadn't seen her. After a few moments, she peered around the bush and caught a brief glance of Hollis' bright jacket disappearing out of sight. Hollis hadn't made her, it appeared. Addy hurried to catch up, making sure she was extra cautious not to be seen. "What...the hell?" Hollis, puzzled, scratched his head. Mercutio Bardolph's residence was above a condemned corner store. All external entryways into the apartments were barred by thick plywood boards. Hollis looked up. His only way inside was through a second floor window. "Well ...