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Dylan steps in behind him.

“I saw them taking pictures,” he says.

“We need to confront them if they come back,” Ace says.

The room goes still.

Pictures.

Of the house.

Of the farm.

Of us.

Havoc’s jaw tightens.

“Then it’s not random.”

Blaze shakes his head.

“Nope.”

“Someone’s definitely interested in something here.”