Craaaack!!
It was still morning when Giggs and I began heading for where we suspected Grace was being kept, but by this time, the sun was already high in the sky.
The bustle of the day had just begun, and the sky was bright until suddenly, it wasn't.
What came first was thunder, a sound cracking through the heavens and sending a chill through everyone in Detroit. But there was one problem.
Where is the lightning?
Several more thunderous cracks echoed through the bright, sunny sky, but still no lightning flashed. As more and more people began noticing this oddity, thick, dark clouds started gathering, filling the sky with abnormal speed.
"The weather is rather strange," Giggs said from the front seat, slowing the car like the other drivers around us.
"It seems a storm is coming. Should we find shelter?"
"No. Keep going."
