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Chapter 12
12 Wendy wasn’t expecting to get much joy out of her request to see Father Joseph Kümmel. She had no way of phoning ahead or contacting them — they didn’t have any phone lines, and they certainly weren’t hooked up to email. The only option she had left was to drive over there and try and speak to someone. They hadn’t had much luck last time, and Wendy didn’t expect to have any better luck this time. She’d requested that someone else come with her, but Culverhouse had said no. She wasn’t keen on entering Hilltop Farm single-crewed. She felt sure that there was something far darker and more sinister going on there than met the eye. But it was what it was, and she was going in alone. When she got to the gate, she pulled up outside and walked over to the intercom buzzer on the wall. She pre
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