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An hour later, Lance’s bodyguards bring Gabrielle into the house. She’s covered in scratches and her clothes are torn and ragged. Her face is streaked with mud. “Where’s Andrea?” she demands, “What happened to her?” “The map?” Lance asks. Gabrielle pulls a wrinkled and yellowed map from the back pocket of her jeans and passes it to Lance. Lance examines the map—it looks like a tangle of lines. “Which route leads to Andrew’s house?” he asks. “Follow the thick red line,” Gabrielle says. “As far as I can tell, that’s the only road that leads to the mansion.” Lance shoves the map into his pocket and runs out of the room without explanation. Robert nods curtly at Gabrielle and chases after his boss. Gabrielle stares after them, wondering what happened. Though she’s exhausted, she runs after