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A single-story house with white aluminum siding and black shingles on its gabled roof stood in the shade of a tall elm tree that grew in the front yard. The grass was that pristine shade of green that only came from consistent watering, and there was even a nice flowerbed under the front window.
In Harry's opinion, it was the kind of house that ought to have belonged to a sweet old lady, and the rest of this quiet suburban street was no different. It was a remnant of a simpler time.
Harry leaned against the driver's side of his rented car with arms folded, ignoring the sweat on his brow. “It's cute,” he said, nodding. “You're absolutely certain these are the coordinates Ven specified?”
Why he insisted on wearing a gray suit on a hot day like this was beyond him – he wasn't a detecti
