A woman's voice, thick with an accent, came from outside.
Sylvia Linton and Mrs. Linton froze, a flicker of alarm in their eyes.
'Are they trying a new trick?'
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—"
"Anyone home?" The sound of someone knocking on the door came from outside again.
Sylvia mustered her courage and answered, "What do you want?"
Stephen Lowell had gone to the police station to give a statement today, leaving only the old, young, sick, and weak at home.
"We're from Linton Village. We saw the ad you posted. Are you hiring?"
Sylvia paused. The Lowell Family was being kicked while they were down. Their disciples had either fled or scattered, and their move had been incredibly rushed.
In the past, the Lowell Family hadn't liked to hire outside help; their attendants were all disciples from within the family. But now, most of their elite disciples had been crippled by Sunstone, and the Outer Disciples had all run off.
