What Goes Around....

Lorena waited patiently on the truck bed of her pickup, posture easy, yet alert. In the low tunnel light, she looked different—less polished, more pared down. The black cap cast a shadow over her face, her hair tucked away in a neat ponytail. The dark, close-fitting clothes she wore seemed chosen more for function than style, but nothing could completely dim the striking calm she exuded. A gun rested loosely in her hand. Around her, the hush of the tunnel only deepened her stillness, giving the moment a quiet tension that hummed beneath the surface.

She felt no hurry. She had waited too long for this moment to be unsettled by a few more hours. As soon as she learned that the Yoo estate would be raided, she had taken her position in the tunnel, certain that Gun-woo would try to escape through it. She had come with her own vehicle. The others—those parked in the secret garage—had already been dealt with. She wasn't leaving anything to chance.