Page bit on his pipe and drove an old family sedan that was sixty percent new along the highway into this small town. With one hand on the wheel, his eyes observed the surroundings woodenly as he asked the other end of the phone, "Are you sure they live here? I don't have much time; if I can't find them, the time I have left is only enough to deal with you."
After receiving a positive response, Page parked the car in a residential area parking lot in the Northern District. He took out a badge of an honorary sheriff and pinned it at his waist before opening the car door to step out. Following the address provided over the phone, he walked towards a dilapidated old house with an unkempt lawn, stood in front of the door, and rang the bell twice, only to find the doorbell was broken, so he knocked on the door panel:
"Hello?"
A few seconds later, an old but alert voice sounded from inside, "Who's out there?"
