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Outside the front of the house, Brian squinted into the distance, scanning for danger. He half-expected Ted’s BMW or the rusted-out car to screech around the corner, either or both men catching him in the act. Perhaps far-fetched, but they’d both been watching him and Her. They were both part of this. Complicit. Brian reached back and felt for the knife, still there. A little piece of protection should he need it. He tried calling Yuki, to warn her ahead of time, but it kept going straight to voicemail. God damn it.
Brian walked through the field, stopping every couple of feet to listen and look around. The journey back was easier than the walk getting there—the adrenaline and urgency of the situation, anesthetising the pain. Tall grass rippled like waves in the sea. The moon hung low
