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Kira raised her hand to knock.
“So what do you think?” Trevor asked. “I say this one will tell us they don’t speak English.”
“Yeah, as if I’m going to take that bet,” Kira muttered. “At least this is the last name on the list.”
After grabbing some lunch, she and Trevor had started visiting the people Lita had named for having a relative go missing, presumably en route to La Valentia. The addresses were located within the same neighborhood, so Trevor had parked his car in the street while they traveled on foot door to door from one townhouse to the next. Although the houses were small, they were well-maintained with beautiful gardens and neatly trimmed lawns. Kira and Trevor had seen nothing of any of the interiors. No matter what Kira said, every attempt to get the people on Lita’s
