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“If I recall, they’d rented a car. A real classic. Can’t quite recall what kind, but it was a black car.”
“Was it a Chevy Chevelle?” G8 hurriedly asked.
Static came over the radio until Shiner replied. “I don’t know if it was a Chevelle, but it definitely was a Chevy. I remember seeing the Chevy emblem on the front grill.”
“Are you certain it was a rental?” Biggs queried.
“Yeah. It had one of those orange rental tags on the front plate. It was very noticeable. You couldn’t miss it.”
G8 caught the sheriff staring at him via the rearview mirror. “Ask him if he remembers the name of the renter,” he whispered.
“Hey, Morris? One last question. Do you happen to remember the name of the renter?”
“Oh, yeah. It was Farenthold. A Dr. William Farenthold.”
K8 gave a little squeak of alarm and clapped her hand over her mouth. Seeing her in obvious distress, Biggs thanked the man and hung up the mic. “You know those people?” he asked.
“They were in charge of us back at the labs,” G8 informed him. “Him and Dorsey.”
“Is Dorsey a first or last name?”
“Probably her first. We called them Bill and Dorsey. Cydney used to work with them.”
“Your Cydney? N8’s Cydney?” Biggs confirmed.
G8 and K8 both nodded.
The man sighed heavily. “And they’re driving a classic black Chevy Chevelle. What are the odds?”
They sank into silence as they whipped down the two-lane blacktop. G8 kept his eyes on K8 as she calmed herself. Every now and then he checked behind them to see if Ingrid and P8 were still behind them. They were.
It wasn’t long before the sheriff began to slow down. Rounding a wide curve, Deputy Connors’ car was located up ahead, sitting on the opposite side of the road. With no lights going, it appeared to be just parked there for no apparent reason. Biggs pulled off the blacktop and onto the gravel shoulder to stop alongside it as Ingrid came up to stop behind them. He started to lower the driver’s side window to speak to the deputy when K8 reached out and grabbed his arm. Her gaze was directed to the small farmhouse across the field, but her eyes were unfocused.
“K8?” G8 softly asked to get her attention.
“There,” she whispered and pointed at the structure. “I’m there. Over there. That’s where I am.”
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Instead of gettingout of his vehicle, which might draw attention to them, Deputy Conners scooted across the front seat to speak with the sheriff through the window. That was when he noticed K8 and G8 inside Biggs’ car. Seeing how the others remained inside their vehicles, Ingrid and P8 did, too.
“What’s going on?” Conners inquired.
“Yes! Why are we stopped here?” Ingrid asked.
Biggs gave him and the other two a quick rundown of what had happened.
“I was wondering why you were no longer at the labs,” Conners admitted when the man finished.
“Are you still attuned to K8 Second?” P8 called out to her.
She nodded in answer, never taking her eyes off the farmhouse sitting in the distance.
They all studied the farmhouse but saw no activity. To the casual observer, the place appeared abandoned.
“Sheriff, are we sure those people are in there?” G8 inquired.
Biggs glanced at K8. “And you’re dead certain your other half is there?”
