Third Person P.O.V.
The headlights of the black SUV illuminated the dirt road leading to the remote hideout where Veronica waited. Inside the house, she was a whirlwind of agitation—pacing furiously, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall every few seconds. Each tick seemed to press on her nerves like a vice.
The door swung open with force.
Conrad stepped in first, looking agitated but energized, with Diane trailing behind him. Her cloak was slightly dirtied from the run through the woods, and a satisfied smirk played on her lips. Veronica practically lunged toward them.
"Well?" she barked. "Did you find him? Tell me he's there!"
Diane didn't immediately answer. She calmly unfastened her cloak and tossed it onto the couch, then met Veronica's eyes.
