The drive to the safehouse felt endless and nobody spoke much while tension filled every inch of the SUV.
Asset Four was gone. Even after everything. After the sniper and the extra security and the guards but she was still gone.
I sat in the passenger seat beside Drake and stared out the window while my stomach twisted harder with every passing mile.
Something felt wrong. Not just bad. Wrong. Like we were already too late and Drake noticed immediately.
“You don’t know what happened yet.” Drake said.
“I know enough.” I said as I kept looking out the window.
“No.” He said.
“Drake.” I said finally looking at him.
“No. We don’t know if she was taken. We don’t know if she’s alive. We don’t know anything.” He said and I laughed bitterly.
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
