CHAPTER TEN
Dakota sat in the passenger seat, frowning through the windshield as her partner drove them through the Chicago suburbs in the afternoon sunlight; they sped away from the city towards the small college town where there seemed to be a church on every street.
In the distance, along a road lined with restaurants and fast-food joints and auto repair centers, she spotted a large, sandstone protrusion.
“Ah,” Marcus said, noticing the same landmark. “I believe that's the school's belfry.”
Dakota gave a little snort of air. A belfry at a school? She shook her head in amazement. Her high school had taken place in a three-room building that had once been a failed supermarket. After losing her way, getting back on track, finishing her GED, and heading off to college, she'd been older
