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Ten minutes later, and Annika was still waiting.  She'd taken to sitting on the concrete steps that lead to the small brick-faced house.  It was a single-family dwelling, and, judging by the weeds and overgrown lawn, it wasn't being kept up, much.  Chances were, the owner didn't really care about appearances.  It was probably Luka's.  A place to sleep, versus a home.  She doubted there would be much furniture in there..but she didn't really care. She was getting sick of waiting, actually.  Where the Hell was he?  She hadn't run that fast.  Hells, she wanted to get caught, after all.  No sense on lying to herself on that score. So where was