~Alejandro
I paced around my room, unable to stay still in one spot for more than five minutes. I checked my phone every ten seconds. It has been almost four hours since I ended my call with Adam. He said he would take care of it, but I don't trust him one bit.
I opened my wardrobe, squatting down to reach a wooden box placed in a corner of wardrobe, covered with several shirts to keep it concealed. I pulled it out, opening the lid and seizing two of the firearms that was there. I shoved one of the two firearms in my pocket and carefully hid the other one in my pants in case I needed backup.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I hurried to answer before even checking the caller ID. Not waiting for the person on the other end of the call to speak, I said.
"Did you find her?"
"Who do you thin
