Robin P.O.V
The rains began forming in the sky when we arrived at a remote area in Washington D.C.
Unlike Hernandez's enormous mansion, this place was a bungalow, and it's paintings was one of the beautiful things I had ever seen.
All through the course of our trip over to this place, there has been absolute silence between Veronica and I, with the random question of how long we could reach the destination being the only thing that had come out of her lips.
"Are you sure they would be in?" She asked the moment we stopped the car at a safe spot. There was no possibilities that they could be in, it was a matter of luck.
"Let's just get going" I said to her and got out of the car. The rain was definitely going to go long than I had predicted too.
Stepping into the bungalow, I heard music at the background and I knew that there was life in the house.