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Luca
The imposing metal gates of the Baldwin mansion were closed when we drew up outside, but I didn’t bother with the intercom. Instead, I nosed the rental car alongside the six-foot-high wall, hopped up on the hood, then the roof, and vaulted over into the grounds. Behind me, Colt was trying to convince Aaron to stay in the car, but good luck with that plan.
“Shhh!” I hissed as they both followed me up the driveway. Parker was home. His shiny red BMW glinted in the moonlight to the right of the tacky Doric columns that framed the front door.
“Are we gonna break in?” Aaron whispered.
That would waste time we didn’t have. “I’ll try knocking first.”
If Parker came to the door, it would save us from hunting him down in this monument to bad taste. The place was huge—two wings flanked
