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chapter 17 The hunt begins

Anya didn’t go home after work.

She drove.

No music. No destination. Just the winding backroads outside of town, windows down, air thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and the faint trace of diesel exhaust still clinging to her memory.

The rhythmic hum of the tires on asphalt was the only so...