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I don’t like going anywhere blindfolded, but then again, Walker insisted. And after everything that guy’s done for me, who am I to deny him anything? Right now, Lincoln holds my right hand and Walker holds my left while our little trio marches across a cobblestone yard. Our destination? An excellent view of the prototype building for our new Ghost Towers. After six months of fast construction, the structure is ready for a first look.
As we step along, my heart pounds at double-speed. I approved the plans for the new Tower, of course, but after that, Walker’s been super-secretive. He even built covered scaffolding around the construction site, all the better to keep away prying eyes and cameras.
I stop moving. “Can I peek now?”
“No.” Walker chuckles; he knows I have zero patience. “Y
