“Um,” he said.

No one looked up when Leo entered.

He pushed the door open.

Behind him, the door to the street clicked shut and locked itself. The grandfather clock with no hands began to chime—thirteen times.

Welcome to the Peeg House.

Leo should have run. Every nerve in his body was screaming it. But he was tired. So tired. And the smell of woodsmoke and pears was strangely gentle.