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But as she reached for the deed, an alarm shrieked—not from the case, but from the fire exit. Someone had tipped them off.

Adriana didn’t look up. “It’s not about the directions, Meg. It’s about the weight of it. Reminds me we’re still here.” megan rain and adriana chechik

But this was different.

“Then we go down swinging.”

“Where to?” Megan asked.

“You’re gonna wear that thing out,” Megan called out. But as she reached for the deed, an

Megan grinned, tearing the guest book’s pages into a hundred pieces and stuffing them into three different mailboxes as they ran. “Let them. We’re not on Rain Street anymore.” an alarm shrieked—not from the case