We were practically jogging to keep up with Maddox, entirely ignoring Ronan's earlier words.
Maddox was power-walking, his urgency evident in every brisk step and the frequent anxious glances he cast over his shoulder.
Hannah and I kept up the pursuit, cloaking our urgency in the guise of a casual stroll, dreading that he might spot us. Even though he probably wouldn't recognize us, getting too close could still rouse his suspicions.
He zipped through the streets, making sharp turns until he plunged into a back alley behind Main Street.
We hung back, not daring to follow too closely anymore.
The alley stretched out long and narrow, leading straight to another bustling thoroughfare, and right at the corner stood a weathered apartment complex.
We watched Maddox enter the complex and were about to follow when Larkin appeared out of nowhere, blocking our path with a hushed urgency, "Hold on, you two. This is Maddox's mother's place. Don't spook him!"
Hannah and I froze, but Larkin gestured to her, "Get going. I've got eyes on him. Don't muck things up. If he gets wind of us, we'll never track down Zora."
In a low voice, I asked Larkin, "Any sign of Zora or my son?"
He shook his head with conviction, "Nothing yet."
Reluctantly, I cast one last glance towards the complex before retreating with Hannah the way we came.
Back at the inn, I let out a sigh of defeat, murmuring to Hannah as we walked, "How come there's still no word on her?"
Night fell, and Ronan's people began trickling back with updates—one reported that Jaylan had made it to the city, while another confirmed that Jerome's men had arrived, a party of four.
But the real kicker came from Logan, who sent over a crystal-clear phone recording of Clara calling Zora.
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