Chapter 14
Brian paused at the end of the alley. His car was blocked in by the vehicles the men had arrived in. He leaned back and gazed at the other three.
“My car is blocked,” he muttered with a frown.
“Mine is back at the marina,” Helen said before shaking her head. “We couldn’t use it anyway. It has a GPS tracking system installed.”
“I have mine,” Tyrell suggested. “No one knows about me. If we took your car, they could trace it. Since no one knows about me, they won’t know where we go.”
A brief grin curved Brian’s lips. He held out his hand when Tyrell pulled the keys out of his black leather coat pocket. Tyrell glared for a moment before he relented with a grudging nod.
“I know the city better,” Brian explained. “Where did you park?”
Several minutes later, Brian pulled open th
