I gazed out the car window as Eamon drove through the streets of Havenwood City, the silver needle case resting securely on my lap. My fingers traced the wooden edges, a sense of certainty settling over me.
"We're nearly there, Mr. Knight," Eamon said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. "You think they'll be desperate by now?"
"I know they will be," I replied, my voice calm despite the gravity of the situation. "The question is whether they've realized it in time."
We had barely pulled up to the Shepherd mansion when I spotted Jonah Shepherd bursting through the front doors, his face a mask of panic and desperation. The moment he saw our car, he sprinted down the driveway, nearly tripping over himself in his haste.
"Knight!" he shouted, pounding on the car window before I could even step out. "Please, you have to help us! My mother—she's dying!"
I opened the door calmly, looking up at his frantic face. "I told you she had three hours. How much time has passed?"
