Theron’s Point of View

“What does it say?” Lola asked curiously as she stared hard at the phone, the look of disapproval still hanging on her eyebrows, I tapped my feet aggressively against the titled floor.

“The signal is low, but I can pick up something,” I muttered impatiently as I refreshed the page again, finally the signal was picking up, I could see her location now, and a frown crawled on my face, as I muttered to myself. “Why is she going in this ...