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Chapter Fifty Six: Detroit

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They drove to Detroit on a Tuesday in April.

Not flew. Drove, because Dante had looked at the geography and the operational requirements and determined that driving gave them flexibility that flying did not, the ability to stop, to adjust, to arrive without a record of the journey in any system that could be checked later. Sienna had agreed immediately, not because she had assessed it the same way, though she had, but because four hours in a car with him on a spring morning was its own form of
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