Florence Brown lived in the up-and-coming hipster neighborhood of Peckham, a suburb that was just south of the City of London that was lined with trendy cafes, rooftop bars, and an eclectic mix of shops. From the city center, it was about a half-hour drive.
By the time the four reached Florence Brown's home, it was already 2am and the streets were beginning to die down for the night. As they looked up at the two-story townhouse, Halia crossed her fingers. Hopefully, they were right about the woman returning straight home. She felt it was her fault that she had lost her.
Oliver and Trisha went up to knock on the front door while Halia watched from the car and Jackson guarded the back, just in case the woman tried to escape again.
