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Chapter 8
Ford had died. She dropped her canvas backpack o
s caught the afternoon sun, throwing sharp rainbows across the dirt. She let the
ation hummed through
massive vehicle approached. It did not bounce or rattle. I
flawless obsidian black. The chrome grill gleamed aggressively in the light. The sheer
de door opened.
weat still coated his forehead. But he held a heavy, si
ristine white cotton gloves from his pocket and slipped them onto hi
deeply fro
Dakota," Gus said. His
ge of the leather seat. She finally understood what Gus meant when he
mond necklace back into her pocket, grabbed h
vanished instantly. The cabin was dead silent, smelling
the gear. The Cullinan surged forward smoothl
hed the scenery outside the tinted windows change
line of Manhattan rose in the distance, a ja
approach. Her heart beat
-mouthed wonder at the luxury around her. Instead, Dakota looked completely
Midtown faded as they entered the Upper East Side. The moder
ve property surrounded by a ten-foot-tall wrou
e of the gate. A solid brass plaque was bolted to the iron b
s slid open silentl
nd a towering stone fountain. Beyond the water, a mansion that looked like a Europ
erfectly symmetrical windows. A tiny flicker of surprise tou
de marble steps leading to the front doors. A
car. He opened Dakota's
marble driveway. She gripped her cheap canvas bag
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