Sydney
Lawson made calls as we headed toward Elite Humanity headquarters. They were stationed outside of New York to avoid breaking the laws they’d set for sanctuary cities. Something I was surprised to find that Lawson wasn’t informed about. In fact, he had said that as far as they were aware, EH headquarters was in another state. For hours he drove while I sat in the passenger seat, nervously chewing at my thumbnail or simply staring out the window. It seemed as if we were going too slow, taking too much time. Time that could mean Noah was being tortured.
If he was even still alive. God, please be alive.
Lawson hung up the phone, tossing it into the cup holder between us once more. He had done this a few times while we had been driving and every time I became more curious as to who h
