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Saturday traffic remained light on the poorly maintained road south from Safety Beach, a pall of humidity hanging over the peninsula, deterring citizens wealthy enough to possess a car from venturing beyond the city limits. Cal hadn’t explained his reasons for taking a different route to the isolated camp and Emma assumed he intended to bypass the farmhouse to save reloading supplies into the ancient Tesla he kept for journeys “down the Pen”, as he called them. He hadn’t mentioned surveillance, either, although she noticed his eyes were flicking to the rear mirror more than usual, even though he’d engaged auto-drive the moment the truck pulled away from the kerb outside her apartment block.
When passing on the information she’d gained from Sarah, Emma stressed PCB involvement with ag
