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Angela
Our little thousand-mile jaunt had made both Connor and me so hungry that slices of cold leftover pizza just weren’t going to cut it. We headed down to the Haunted Hamburger and took advantage of it being a little after the traditional lunch hour to snag some prime spots on the patio, where we could look down on the entire Verde Valley and feel the warm wind ruffle our hair.
Luckily, because it was a weekday and nearly two o’clock, we didn’t have anyone sitting near us, which meant we could talk freely without having to worry about any sensitive information being overheard. Jackie, one of the waitresses there, came by and took our food and drink orders, and then headed back in to fetch our iced teas.
“I’ve been thinking about getting into the Santiago house,” I said. “We have
