Upon landing, Jack swiftly gathered his gear and headed straight to his car. With a sense of urgency, he punched in an address into his car’s navigation system and sped off. Time was of the essence; he was desperate for answers.
He arrived at the house in no time, his heart racing with anticipation. Without hesitation, he rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door swung open, and there stood Mrs. Peterson, welcoming him with a warm, inviting gesture. “I apologize for coming by so late,” Jack started, his voice tinged with urgency. “But there’s something critical I need to discuss with you.” He didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point.