They shoved us into the back of the armored vehicle. The door slammed shut behind us.
I could hear the murmurs of the crowd outside, trying to catch a glimpse of the criminals the police had just captured.
Reynold sat beside me inside the vehicle. Across from us, two uniformed officers watched us.
Through the tinted window, I caught sight of another van behind us, the one Xiao Lian had been forced into. I could barely see her.
Our vehicle led the way; hers followed close behind.
The streets rolled by in silence. Every part of me was on alert — the way the driver avoided eye contact, the way the radio stayed off.
After several turns, the road split ahead, one lane leading toward the embassy district, the other toward the abandoned industrial side of the city.
I frowned. “This isn’t
