CHAPTER TWELVE
The dark skies quickly intruded across the horizon. Night fell around Dakota, bringing with it a chill breeze. The small, newly planted saplings lining the fresh sidewalks shuddered and shivered in the wind, providing little protection against the elements.
Dakota rubbed her arms as she picked up the pace, glancing through metal gates or over low-lying walls. The houses here were all larger than any she'd seen back home. Off to the left, she could still see the junkyard, slowly losing ground to the expanding subdivision.
She exhaled faintly as she peered through a gate towards a large home. It had a small sign warning about a security system, but no visible door cam. She moved down the sidewalk, picking up the pace. Marcus was still back in the victim's house, crossing T'
