"Evans' men rushed Sylvia into a black SUV, the cool night air whipping against her face. The car's engine rumbled, but they didn’t drive off, increasing the tension inside.
"What are we waiting for?" Sylvia asked, her voice sharp with urgency as she scanned the ballroom’s entrance for any incoming threat.
One of the men in the front seat turned to face her, his expression grim. "The boss is still inside. We can't leave without him."
Her heart grew heavy with worry. How could she have forgotten about Evans so easily? She scanned the entrance again from the open van door, hoping to see him rushing out, making a break for the SUV. But all she saw were panicked, unfamiliar faces. Minutes stretched like hours, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of chaos.
Then she saw him.
Evans
