Converse...

Sitting on a cold, metal in the dimly lit hallway were Damien and Ashton, and the duo seemed to be having a deep conversation. "If the phone was traced to Arielle's apartment, then doesn't that mean Arielle is holding Tiara hostage?" Damien questioned with a look of disbelief.

"That's what we all thought, but when we searched the house, we found nothing. Not even a single trace of Tiara nor the phone we tracked," Ashton explained.

"Strange," Damien commented while rubbing his chin in contemplation.

"I know, right... It surely is strange," Ashton remarked with his voice raised slightly. "I could tell Arielle was hiding something, but I had no proof," he added.

"And you are sure you searched everywhere? You didn't accidentally avoid a certain area?" Damien inquired.

"I searched every goddamn corner, opened doors, even below the staircase. There was no one there. It's either the tracker must have malfunctioned, or Arielle managed to take Tiara away from the house before we arrived. I mea