The black Rolls-Royce Phantom rolled to a stop at the edge of the rundown neighborhood, it's gleaming body reflecting the faint light of the setting sun. Alexander and Ryan stepped out of the car. Alexander's usually stoic expression softened by a rare trace of emotion - relief. For five days, her absence had gnawed at him, and now, for the first time they had a tangible lead. The address the police had wrestled from Bella and Raven had brought them here, to this unfamiliar and forgotten corner of the city.
The neighborhood was a stark contrast to anything they'd ever known. Narrow streets wound through rows of aging, dilapidated buildings. Laundry lines crisscrossed overhead, heavy with faded clothes swaying gently in the breeze. Children played barefoot on cracked pavements littered wit
