Chapter 135

ZAIN YANKED THE FIAT into the parking lot.

He could see the rental.

The empty rental.

Where was Andrea?

Who was that man?

He shoved the car into park and got out, his hand on the gun. In the distance, he could hear sirens-no doubt the cops on their way to Andrea's house, or maybe his location, if Gavin was still in communication. Either way, it wasn't Zain's problem.

The lot was empty, save for the rental. Smoke leaked out from under the hood and the driver's side door was still partially open. He approached with care, peering into the back seat, steeling himself for anything. Or at least as much as he could.

If Andrea...he couldn't go there. Not now. Not when she still needed him calm and level headed.

He turned in a circle, searching for something, any sign of them.

The car that'd left the parking lot was now beat to hell. He could only hope Andrea had survived the collision uninjured.