Fabian
The drive could have been five minutes given the way Eric and I were driving, but it felt like ten hours, and we got to Quincy's house later than we should have. First of all, we were elated because parked in the driveway was my car, the car that most of the staff said they saw Ara driving with out of the compound.
But as we moved closer and knocked at the door, and knocked and knocked, dread filled the both of us. I could see in Eric's face that he was just trying to be strong, and he was actually very affected by the events that were unfolding.
"Should we force the door open?" Eric asked. We had been knocking for a while, and it was clear that no one was in the house. At least, no one was willing to open up the door.
For a second, I wanted to say we should leave, call the poli
