The drive home had been peaceful, but I was beginning to think this was the worst idea I ever had. Back out now, the voice in my head kept repeating. I did my best to ignore it and instead grabbed my go bag, which was already full of a weekend’s worth of supplies. Something I learned at the OIO, you could be whisked off at a moment’s notice, so always be prepared. I pulled out a suitcase and began to put more practical items inside: work clothes, a hairdryer, make-up, a side arm, and box of bullets. Then I unplugged the unnecessary appliances and adjusted the air conditioner, put a timer on the light in the living room, and picked up my gym bag. With my three bags in hand, I left my apartment for what I hoped would only be a few days. Realistically, I knew it would be a few weeks, at the very least. Our leads in the case were nonexistent. It was time we started overturning different stones or maybe just breaking a few until some answers appeared. I drove to Martin’s, enjoying the last few minutes of solitude.
