Ryan
The underground racetrack was bustling by the time we arrived.
People crowded the arena, yelling over themselves just to strike a conversation.
At Vanessa’s request, I parked our car behind the arena building at the only space off limits to everyone but staff to avoid being seen. She reasoned that the element of surprise was necessary to throw Logan off guard, hence the precision.
The evening sun casted a glow on us as we got out of the car. Vanessa took my hand, and with a final nod of assurance, we entered the building.
The hallway from the back entrance to the garage was free since it had limited access. It eliminated the worry of being seen.
Loud voices bounced off the walls of the hallway from a distance, increasing as we neared the garage’s entrance. Vanessa tensed beside
