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Logan knew just where to look. He nodded confidently. “All the stuff I’ve read about Vegas tells tourists to avoid the north part of the strip around the Stratosphere. There are a lot of abandoned buildings and sketchy one-night-stand motels out there. It’s perfect.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Rafe ran over to the duffel bag and hopped inside. “Onward, to certain death!”

Logan raised his eyebrow at the goblin as he picked up the bag and slung it over his shoulder.

“Err—” Rafe paused. “I mean, onward to near-certain death!”

The four of them, Logan, Rafe, Kelda, and Kelda’s partner, made their way through the winding seventies corridors of the Excalibur. Soon, they had passed through the main lobby and out to the valet service.

“We had the yellow—” Logan began, but the valet put up a hand to stop him.

“Yellow Volvo. I remember,” he laughed as he grabbed their keys and went off to find the car.

“She’s a beauty,” Rafe giggled from the bag. “No
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