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CHAPTER TWELVE The infamous Seattle rains began to pour before Ilse reached her destination. It started as droplets on the highway, but now, as they pulled into a dirtier, more worn part of the city, amidst discarded debris that looked as if it hadn't been picked up for weeks, it reached a hum of downpour. Ilse spotted Sawyer pulling his own car into the driveway of a shared townhouse. Her hands gripped the steering wheel of her separate vehicle tightly, and she grit her teeth, glaring over the hood towards where Tom was already pushing out of the front seat. Sawyer wasn't even waiting now. She watched as, beneath the drizzle, and the rising rain, he marched to the indicated townhouse door. Something had shifted in her partner. She wasn't sure what. He stalked forward with long strides.