Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 409

My shout drew the eyes of everyone in the room; they all turned to look at me.

But it was Logan who immediately sidled up to me, and with a surge of excitement I blurted out, "Clara!"

After finishing my words, I eagerly tapped open the chat on my phone, and to my delight, I discovered yet another GPS location.

Logan snatched the phone from my hand abruptly. Dalton leaned in too, and they both scrutinized the map, zooming in and out, muttering about the place in question.

After a thorough look, Dalton called over a lanky officer, who peered at the screen and then pointed in a certain direction. "Over there, Lavender Lane, number 35 Kingsley Towers. It's the one up on the slope. Hurry... follow me!"

At his shout, everyone sprang into action, bolting out the door.

I grabbed Hannah's arm and we started running to keep up. But I was too slow, way behind the pack as they vanished from sight. I was left frantic with worry.

The place looked so close, yet after dashing past two alleys with my heart pounding, I found myself gasping for breath, doubled over with my hand pressed to my chest.

Larkin appeared out of nowhere in front of me and Hannah, telling her, “Stay here, take care of her!”

Then he was gone, and Hannah looked at me, concern etched on her face. "Allie, are you okay?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go... I’m fine!”

"We should just wait here. You're run down. Your wellbeing is the priority!" Hannah insisted, fully aware of my frail state.

Indeed, I had hit my limit today, never before had I been this non-stop on my feet. Still panting, I told Hannah, “Let’s go. I want to see her as soon as possible!”

With a resigned sigh, Hannah squatted down in front of me and said, "Allie, hop on!"

I froze, shocked, taking a couple of steps back.

The buildings here were especially run-down, with number 35 Kingsley Towers, looking the oldest and most decrepit of them all, oozing with grime and a strong musty smell. The stairways and corridors were all outside.

I didn't know what awaited inside, but from the outside, each window glowed with light, indicating occupancy. I tugged at Hannah, urging her to go inside with me.

Inside was even darker and damper, filthy everywhere, with an assortment of strange odors.

I had heard that the Eastgate District was slated for redevelopment by the government, but negotiations with the stubborn residents had been fruitless, their demands for compensation astronomically high.

After multiple failed talks, the project was put on hold, leaving the area as a persistent headache for the government and a source of misery for the public.

Due to its state of disrepair, all sorts of shady characters had taken up residence, making it a notoriously troubled spot in Goldenvale Town.

We reached the third floor and found Logan and the others confronting an elderly lady, who with a look of sheer drama, pointed down the corridor and said, "I saw it last night, deep into the evening. It was those two apartments, but I can't be certain which one!"