Roland closed the book he held and handed it over to Taylor.
“How confident are you on the clues you provided,” Gerald looked up to Roland. “There might be sense to it, but to us this is mere speculation.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Zoey said. She ran her fingers through her hair. She walked a few steps away and halted, staring around the surroundings. “I have to meet up with them tonight. I can’t risk not having to.”
“Captain Hart,” Gerald frowned.
Zoey turned to meet his stare.
“That isn’t the right course of action to take.”
“Then what is,” Zoey’s voice tightened. Tears glistened in her eyes as she glanced at Taylor and back to Gerald. “This is my aunt we’re talking about. You heard the record. She won’t make it past forty eight hours.”
The atmosphere fell silent, heavy at the pressing
