CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Arriving at destination on left... The GPS provided its final directive, and Dakota's hand was already darting to the door handle as they pulled into a much nicer parking lot, with freshly painted lines and smooth blacktop, outside a dentist's office.
“He works here?” she muttered, eyes narrowed.
“That's what his file says,” Clement replied.
The two of them slipped from their vehicle, shutting the doors with twin motions. No gravel crunched, as there were no stray stones on the fresh blacktop. Similarly, the glass door leading to Ramsey and Salinas's Dental Practice was completely clear as if freshly washed. As Dakota pushed the door open, she was confronted by a faint but pleasant odor of lemons. The citrus scent seemed to be coming from a wood-wick candle sputtering
