27 West Gallon Street (1)

 

Erik stepped out of the building, the weight of new information settling in his mind. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers swiftly dialing Rebecca's number.

As he heard the phone ring, apprehension buzzed within him. When her voice answered, he couldn't help but let a triumphant smile cross his face, even though she couldn't see it.

"Rebecca, I have great news," he announced, his voice filled with satisfaction and urgency. "I've got an address. I'm going to check it out."

Rebecca's voice, tinged with excitement, replied, "All right. I'm on my way. Send me your coordinates."

Erik paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Actually, Rebecca, I need you to stay where you are."

He could almost hear the change in her tone—a subtle shift from excitement to confusion. "Eh? Why?!" she asked, her voice filled with surprise and bewilderment.