Pardoning a brief stop in Sacramento to change her clothes, rearrange Dakota’s belongings, grab some food, refuel, and generally just take a break from driving, the whole trip took about ten hours. It was dark by the time she rolled into a spot near her destination: a reasonably sized house of considerable familiarity in Los Angeles.
But when Kenna finally saw the place, she almost hit the small car parked in front of her. The building was abandoned. All the windows appeared smashed out, and graffiti covered the first level. The same could be said about other houses on the block, and though she’d noticed a slight uptick in visible crime on her way in, Ken had no idea the safe house was compromised. More like devastated, she thought. With a bad feeling in her gut, she jumped out of her tru
