ed arm and bolted. The heels were impossible. She kicked them off, leaving them

g calmly, watching her run, while he lifted his phone t

of the subway entrance a block away. Hope surged in her chest. If she could just ge

e shattered. A yellow metal gate blocked the entrance,

es scanning the empty street for a taxi, a bus, anythin

n he wa

nd her was empty, the next he was there, his hand clamping around her wrist. His grip

. She still had her purse, and she swung i

arted walking back toward the Mayba

oach, was already holding th

and clawing at the car's doorframe, trying to find purchase. "If you

name, he paused. A flicker of someth

other, pulled out his phone again. He tapped

text message conversation

riving Caprice home t

ng a hollow, echoing emptiness. Every escape route, every ally, re

to the passenger seat. The interior was plush, the floor covered

xpensive wool, caging her in. Her breath hitched. All she co

eatbelt across her chest and clicked it into pla

a long moment, his expression unreadab

vy, final, sealing out the noise an

adlights, and slid into the driver's seat. He gestured dismissively at the d

rough the cabin as he e

a bird i

der, her pulse racing, but it was completely useless. A small, insidious light on the driver's master panel was illumi

ed, casting his profile in an eerie blue light.

ay from the curb, a silent, black predator carry