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“We have arrived,” Vicki said four hours later, pulling up to a tall gate, set in an even taller brick wall. A guard house sat inside the gate, and as soon as Vicki stopped the car, a man came out, walking to the gate.
“ID, please.”
Vicki showed hers, as did Mars, explaining why Dylan didn’t have any, since he was a new recruit.
After checking, the man went into the guard house and the gate slid open.
Ahead of them, down a long drive stood a huge…well, mansion was the best word Dylan could think of to describe it.
“Nice, huh?” Vicki said as she parked in front of the entrance. “Nothing but the best for us. Wait until you seen inside.”
“It used to belong to a man involved in insider trading,” Mars added. “We—well, not me or Vicki, but part of C21—busted him. When the house came up for sale, we bought it for a song. The locals think it belongs to an eccentric multi-millionaire.”