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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Trevor asked for what had to be the third time.
“Not really,” Kira said.
“That’s not what you said the last two times I asked,” Trevor said as he glared at her from the driver’s seat of the rental car.
“I was only telling you what I thought you wanted to hear, but since you keep asking, I must have thought wrong.” Kira stared out the car window as Trevor drove.
She knew why he kept asking. She was uneasy too. It had taken some time to track down the location of Russell Harrow’s cabin at the local library. The property had been in the family for decades. It wasn’t until they had gone back as far as the 1950s that they had found the record of sale.
Then they had noticed a car following them back to the motel. It had been too far back to get a good
