The black SUV sat motionless in the middle of the quiet street, rain hammering the roof like bullets.
Scott’s hands were locked on the steering wheel, knuckles white, eyes fixed on the headlights that had just cut through the downpour and stopped directly in front of him.
David’s SUV. Door already opening. David stepped out first, rain instantly soaking his shirt, pistol in his right hand, lowered but ready. Lena followed a second later, her own weapon up, stance low, eyes scanning the shadows behind the vehicle.
Scott exhaled sharply. “Stay here,” he told Micah.
Micah grabbed his arm. “Scott, don’t—”
He shook her off, opened the driver’s door, and stepped out into the rain.
Micah scrambled out after him, soaked in seconds, hair plastered to her face.
Scott pulled his own gun (a c
