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All seemed quiet enough in the modest two-story home across the street from Wheeler Park. Jake pulled into the driveway, noting that Jeremy’s silver Dodge Ram truck was already parked there. Well, no real surprise; it might have been a Sunday, but Jeremy wasn’t the type to take the day off. Actually, if it weren’t that he’d helped his younger brother move into his townhouse not too long ago, he might have wondered whether Jeremy had started living in the Trident headquarters full-time.
Since it was just about a picture-perfect day, the sun warm but the breeze mild — one of the reasons why so many people from the Phoenix area flocked to Flagstaff in the summer to get away from the Valley’s brutal triple-digit temperatures — the windows were open, letting in abundant fresh air. Jake fou
