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The small ranch-style house sat in the middle of a row of similar unassuming houses in the better part of town, from what Elliott could tell, if there was a better part of town in Pryor, Oklahoma. Driving in, he’d notice there wasn’t much about this tiny village to get too excited about.

Brandon said his mom usually got home from her job at the nursing home around 5:30, a little later if she stopped by the liquor store on the way, which Brandon noted was pretty much every afternoon. A glance at the time on his IAC told him she should be pulling into the driveway any minute now.

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