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Her blindfold removed, Karen blinked as her eyes fought to become accustomed again to the bright light of the midday sun. She looked at Rachel, who had just handed her blindfold back to the decidedly shifty-looking man who had driven them to this remote location about sixteen kilometres outside the city. The driver grunted at them.
“Follow me.”
The two police officers did as they were told, as the man led them down an alley to an old run-down building with a demolition notice nailed to its door. Karen wondered how Luke and Rachel met these people, but said nothing, not wanting to do anything that might jeopardise the mission. Police officers were bound to cultivate some interesting contacts in the course of their work. Indeed, she was no different and had her fair share of dubious acq
