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A half hour later found the trio in the sleepy suburbs of the big city. Well-lit streets shone on the look-alike houses with their two floors and grassed yards. Dogs barked and a few couples strolled down the sidewalks. Some of the houses had fenced backyards, others didn’t. The one they were looking for, a plain white house with two floors, had an eight-foot tall fence with an intimidating gate. The houses on either side of them were each only a single story. Lights in the front two rooms revealed a living room and dining room. No one was in either of them.
They drove past the house. Nena, who sat in the back seat, leaned between the two front ones. “I think we missed it.”
“We just scout the front. It’s the back that’s our entrance,” Jack told her.
Peter turned the corner
