The underground parking lot was almost deserted when Ava stepped out of the elevator towards her car.
The echo of Ava’s heels bounced off the concrete walls. She was alone, she clutched her bag closer, mind still buzzing with numbers and Tristan.
She heard heavy footsteps that weren’t hers behind her. Then the shadow broke from between two parked cars.
She attempted to run, but the masked man was faster.
“Give me your bag.”
Her breath stuttered. “I… I don’t have cash.”
The man lunged at her, the impact caused her to stumble back, and her voice caught in her throat from fear.
She saw the blur of another figure cut between them. A familiar figure.
Tristan.
He moved with terrifying precision, slamming the man into the hood of a car. First came the sound of impact, then a grunt, an
