They were both quiet, waiting to hear the noise again and trace it to where it was coming from, but they never heard it. It was as though they were bothe hallucinating at the same time. Maria's detective spirit was very active, even after minutes of not hearing the sound, she was still at alert while Suzanne was very much ready to run.
Suzanne swallowed hard on nothing, her thoughts traced through a variety of answers, but she couldn't hold on to one that she'd give to Maria. She couldn't hold on to one excuse as to why she was in that forsaken warehouse.
"I… I"
"Look Suzanne," Maria cut her through, her voice sharper than she intended.
She stood at the corner of the warehouse, her fingers tracing the worn edges of an old envelope. The weight of unspoken truth pressed against her chest.
