#Chapter 33 Work With Me?

I looked down at the map on my phone to confirm I had reached the right address. This was definitely where Rachel lived, but all that stood in front of me was a crumbling building in a rough neighborhood. I stepped over dried grass and a broken beer bottle to get to the front door, where a large brass knocker hung lopsided on the door. There were tiny claw marks under the handle, like a pet cat had been trying to get inside. I knocked, but there was no answer for several moments. I thought I saw a light flicker on briefly through the windows, but it died as soon as I noticed it. “Rachel?” I said, knocking again. “I’m looking for Rachel, is she home?” No answer. “I just want to talk, I promise I won’t be long.” The door creaked, opening slightly. A dozen chains kept it from opening too far. But there was a face I had seen in my memories of my past life, the sharp features and dark hair. Rachel Plint. “Hi, my name is Ruby and—“ ”If Lucas se