Clutching the briefcase against her leg, Sharon slid her other hand over the butt of her gun. She had a feeling that someone was watching her. A glance around the parking lot did not reveal anything out of order, but there seemed to be a double echo. Click, click, click, clunk. The clunk sound was not from her heels. She stopped and scanned the parking garage, remaining silent and looking for any abnormalities. Her eyes fell on some movement at the south end of the garage. She spotted a return gaze in the darkness for a split second, but then it disappeared. Sharon ran toward the dark corner.
No one seemed to be there, but then Sharon slowly scanned the parking stalls near the exit, and it revealed a person dressed in black from head to toe.
"Hey!" Sharon screamed before taking off in an
