Annabelle's POV
I banged on the door more harshly, looking from my left to my right to ensure I wasn't being followed. The hoodie I had on was the best disguise I could find to protect my identity from strangers and street cameras. I wasn't sure I couldn't be recognized by my assailants if spotted. That was how serious this was. My father was killed by these people and my father was a hard man to kill. If they went to all those trouble to find him, then Lord knew what they were doing to find me right now.
I raised my shivering knuckles to bang again, but the door swung open and a bright-looking Rita stared at me in surprise. When she noticed the look on my face, she quickly dragged me indoors, slamming the door shut behind her.
