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I stare around me at the villa that Kent has brought me to under the cover of night. It's beautiful: an airy, spacious house nestled in the countryside outside the city. The furnishings are modern, clean, and bright, and the large windows will surely light up the entire place during the day. It's gorgeous, and I don't want any of it. Kent takes me on the tour anyway, leading me through the expansive kitchen and dining room toward the staircase that leads to the upstairs bedrooms. There are four bedrooms, the largest of which has been turned into a sort of detective office. Photos of Charles and his associates, the Alpha family, and various copies of documents are pinned to all the walls. "Sorry to take over the master bedroom," Kent says. "But we need all the space we can get if we're