This car was the Johnston family’s prized relic, full of sentimental value-but for Wayne, it
was a constant rer of the resentment that had festered between him, hist
and Jace. If Wayne had hidden Jace anywhere, it had to be here.
I stepped closer, noticing fresh smudges in the dust on the door. Someone had been here recently.
I was right.
“Jace,” I called softly, reaching for the door handle.
Locked. Of course, it wouldn’t open.
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