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By the time I parked in the same spot I had for my last visit to Brook’s, rain sloshed against the windscreen like we sat under a waterfall, and wind beat about the sides of the truck, making it sway left to right.
I switched off the engine. “This is it.”
Sean’s head appeared between the front seats, and his squinted eyes matched Ethan’s, as they both stared toward the property. “Is there even a house beyond those walls?” he asked.
“Two,” I said. “If you count the guesthouse.”
He gave a low whistle, as Ethan asked, “Do we even have anything resembling a plan yet?”
No. Though, I kept that to myself. Even Sean had admitted he didn’t have much of an idea when we’d discussed it on the drive over.
“I mean, we can’t march up to the front door and ask to speak to Brook, because her dad
