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They were running out of paved roads in the rural countryside surrounding Toulouse. Their bikes were pretty quiet on the road, quieter than occasional cars that passed.
They’d hit the largest hotspots near town already, and Alec’s men had been making a sweep at the far end of the range they’d defined. They were looking to match the rough farmhouse drawing Alec had made. At the rate they were going, the two groups would meet in the middle by dawn.
Diana stopped her bike under a tree and waited for Alec to pull up alongside her.
“Did we miss a ley line?” he asked.
“I think so. There used to be a major point of convergence near here at the base of these hills. It shifted away from the stream in this area,” she said, scanning the darkness, her night vision giving her a clearer view tha
