The clock was ticking. Time waited for no one and the passing days were enough for the worst of outcomes. Rachel and Vera were anxiously invested in their impertinent efforts to find Alycia.
With barely any progress being made, they went on the little that they had gathered. Sitting in the car the two discreetly survived the home of Bryson Lewis, who lived in a popular Atlanta slum.
It was currently 12 PM and there was no sign of him. They were desperate to get something from their stake out, as the address was given to them by Mr. Brown. It was all they had to go on, besides that they had hit a dead end. It had already been 5 hours since they had arrived and the wait only grew more daunting by the second. No one had even exited the house, leaving them uncertain over what they would find out for the day.