Maverick had been standing outside Lawrence's house for what felt like ages, knocking repeatedly on the door with no response.
He sighed in mild frustration, stepping back and glancing up at the windows. No sign of movement.
Giving up on patience, Maverick walked down the front steps, turned to his left, and bent down, feeling around in the gap beneath the stairs. His fingers brushed against the cool metal of the spare key. He found it, just as he remembered.
Now inside, he strolled through the house, the quiet unsettling for the time of day. The place had an eerie stillness, despite it still being afternoon. "Did he forget about our meeting?"
Maverick muttered to himself, puzzled.
Suddenly, a faint thud echoed from the second floor, catching his attention.
He looked up towards the ceiling, frowning. Is he still sleeping at this hour? he thought, somewhat amused.
