27 AMBER CRESCENT, GREENFIELD ESTATES — RAVEN BRADFORD MOORE
The name and address glared back at me from my phone screen. It was all there—right in front of me. Raven had given me everything I needed the previous day. The estate, the timing, even the way she asked me to walk her to the junction. She had been trying to help me help her.
Greenfield Estates. She said it casually, like it was just where she lived, but now I knew better. It was intentional. She wanted me to remember. Raven had been trying to lead me here all along.
I quickly punched the address into my mobile map. It loaded, processing... then blinked to life. Twenty-five minutes. That's all it would take to get there.
I looked at the time on my dashboard. 6:35 p.m. Every second counted now.
I turned on the ignition and
