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Noon and Penzance were waiting exactly where she’d left them. Harlow got back into the car and Noon started driving. “Where to now?” Noon asked her.
“The neighborhood,” she said. “I need to see the doctor.”
“You sick?” Penzance asked. “Because we have doctors on this side of town.”
She turned to look over the shoulder of her seat at him. “Are you scared, Vane?” Though she said the words in jest, she was surprised to see the deep-set scowl on his face. “If you want us to drop you off at Brash’s, we can do that. I’m sorry, I… I didn’t think about how it would be difficult for you to go back.”
If what Ryske had said was true, it had been a lot of years since Penzance had been there. The details of why Penzance had left were fuzzy. If there had been any sort of trauma, or confrontation
