The Enemy Closes In
426 Words
Running from danger only made me want him more.
After Lena’s slip up I knew we could not sit still any longer. John picked me up early the next morning and we drove to a quiet coffee shop on the edge of the city to start digging into the stalker ourselves.
“We cannot trust anyone right now,” John said as we sat in a back booth. “Not even my own team. I pulled some old contacts and found out the black car from the other night is registered to a shell company linked to Kane.”
I leaned closer across the table. “So what is our next move Daddy? We cannot just wait for him to come after us again.”
John looked around then lowered his voice. “We follow the money. I have an old warehouse address where some of Kane’s people have been spotted. We go check it out but we stay careful. You stay in the car until I say it is clear.”
“No way,” I replied firmly. “We are in this together. I am not sitting on the sidelines while you risk everything.”
He stared at me for a long moment then nodded. “Fine. But you do exactly what I say.”
We drove across town in one of his less flashy cars trying to blend in. My heart raced the whole way. As we approached the old industrial area John’s phone started buzzing with alerts from his security app.
“Someone is following us,” he said checking the rearview mirror. “Hold on.”
A black SUV suddenly appeared behind us and sped up. John hit the gas and the chase was on. We tore through narrow city streets weaving between traffic as the SUV tried to run us off the road.
“John they are getting closer!” I shouted gripping the seat.
“I see them,” he growled swerving hard around a corner. “Call this number. Tell them we need backup now.”
I dialed the number he gave me while bullets pinged off the back of our car. The sound made my stomach drop. “They are shooting at us!”
John took a sharp turn down an alley and lost them for a moment. “We are almost at the safe house. Just a little further baby.”
We finally skidded into an underground parking garage attached to a nondescript building. John pulled me out of the car and we ran to the
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