“That is the last property on the list,” Sean pointed out unnecessarily, his voice echoing with a hint of tension in the quiet car.
Roman grunted, his eyes fixed on the map and the glowing GPS coordinates. They were headed out of the city to the rural farm areas, but even from the satellite image, he could already see that the property was clearly abandoned. That made his gut twist in knots and his chest hurt.
Frederick had kept to his word and texted Roman a short list of five properties scattered around the city shortly after he left the Pollen house. Most of the properties were old and still in Grace’s maiden name, inherited from her parents when they passed away.
His uncle, with a laptop perched on his lap, had diligently researched each location, narrowing it down to three possibil
