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Woodstock. Near Oxford, England. May 18, 11.35pm
The ARKANE team arrived at the house twenty minutes later, Morgan with them. She had spent the journey staring out at the landscape, unseeing, fear snaking in her gut.
Police thronged the house. Jake showed his badge to the officer in charge and they were waved through. Morgan ran into the house ahead of Jake. This was her sister’s haven, a peaceful retreat from the busy city life. Faye had cultivated it out here in Woodstock, far enough away for them to have chickens and fields to stride through with the dogs but close enough to have coffee in Oxford when the sisters had time to catch up.
Anger simmered inside Morgan at the people who dared invade their home. This is quiet, sleepy Oxfordshire, she thought. This type of thing happened
