#Chapter 63 Trespassing for Truth

Mira The world stood still as we stared up at the building. We stayed in the car for a moment, wondering if a team of security guards was going to come pouring out of the building to accost us. When we were sure that wasn’t going to happen, we slowly got out of the car and walked to the entrance. Passing the van, I noticed that there were not license plates or identifying tags of any kind. It was an older model, but seemed to be in good shape. It might’ve been sitting there for ten minutes or ten years. By the time we made it to the front door, it was becoming more clear that we were the only ons on the premises. Lucian was still careful when opening the front door, picking the lock with a skill I guessed he didn’t learn at university. “My dad gave me a kit when I was really little,” he confided in a whisper as he worked. “Mom never approved, but it comes in handy.” “Where is he now?” I asked. “Oh, he’s long gone,” he said somberly. “I’m so sorry he passed,” I added