Lena's POV
The fake officer smiled at me with teeth that were too white and said we were going for processing, and I believed him because I was tired and stupid and wanted to see Rhys. He walked me down the federal building hallway past three doors that said Authorized Personnel Only, then down a stairwell that smelled like cigarettes, and my stomach dropped too late.
I said, "This is not the garage."
He said, "Shortcut."
He had a hand on my elbow, guiding not forcing, badge clipped to his belt, gun on his hip, and every instinct I had was screaming but I kept walking because I thought fighting a cop in a federal building would get me shot.
The stairwell door banged open to a loading dock, concrete and cold, a black SUV idling with the back door open.
I stopped walking.
I said, "I
