“that’s good to know, hanna.”
her mouth opened into a little O. “how do you know my name?”
“i know all children’s names.”
“you do?”
“oh, yes. albert who lives next door and gertrude on ammberstraat. i live under their beds and in the backs of their closets.”
“i knew it,” the girl breathed, fear and triumph in her voice. “mama said there was nothing there, but i knew it.” she cocked her head to one side. “you don’t look like a monster.”
“i’ll tell you a secret, hanna. the really bad monsters never look like monsters.”