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“Kill the headlights,” Kira said as the car approached the end of the long gravel driveway that led from the highway to the farmhouse. Dawn was still a few hours away.
Trevor complied. “Where do you think we should park?”
“Just off the road. We’ll go the rest of the way on foot. I don’t want him to hear us coming.”
Kira’s entire focus had narrowed to finding and taking down the Procurer before anything happened to Kevin. She rolled her shoulders and tilted her head from side to side to loosen her muscles as Trevor pulled into the end of the long driveway and turned off the engine. Kira got out of the car.
It was just as she remembered it.
The farmhouse stood in the distance, a forest of trees towering beyond it. A dull light came from a single window. Everything else was shrouded
