Racing against Time
Lucy hurried down the hallway, breathless as if she’d just finished a marathon. In her hand was a battered, low-grade microchip scanner, barely holding together. Becky grabbed it without hesitation, her movements swift and assured. With practiced ease, she ran the scanner over the mother dog’s shoulder, her other hand gently stroking the dog’s ears. “This better work,” she murmured, her thoughts already racing ahead, calculating their next steps. Every moment felt like it carried the weight of urgency.
Racing Against Time
Beep of Hope
A faint beep pierced the silence, and a number flickered onto the cracked screen. Becky hurriedly jotted it down, her heart pounding as adrenaline cut through her exhaustion like a blade. This was a lead—not a solid one, perhaps, but a glimmer of hope. A thread she could pull to uncover the truth. Her breath steadied, and a spark of anticipation tingled through her fingers.
Beep Of Hope
