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Kira turned to face Trevor, nearly bumping into him because he was standing so close. She suppressed a surge of irritation.
“We need to get to the potting shed without being seen,” she said. “Where is it?”
“It’s around the back of the house,” Trevor said. “Why don’t you want to be seen?”
“This note is from someone who’s familiar with the grounds. Either it was from Elena to someone else, or someone from the household left it for her to find. I don’t want anyone to get curious and follow us. Is there a door we can use that won’t be watched?”
“There’s a side door just around the corner in the hallway,” Trevor said. “Elena’s the only one who really uses it, since it’s so close to her room.”
Kira nodded. “Perfect. Let’s go.”
Trevor stepped over piles of clothing toward the door, reach
