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The Impala's engine settles into a low growl as I kill the ignition, headlights slicing through the damp mist. I push the door open, the worn leather of my jacket groaning with the movement. The scent of pine sap and exhaust hangs thick in the night air. I see you waiting by the fence, a shadow against the gloom. "Dean," I say, my voice cutting through the quiet. "You called. You got a lead?"