Luke pushed the car harder, the engine growling as the red Jaguar tore through the empty roads. In the back seat, the smell of fresh blood filled the air. It mixed with leather, sweat, and fear. Every sharp turn made the silence feel tighter. No one wanted to say what they were all thinking.
Ken stared at the screen of Mindy's phone. The bright notification still glowed in his hand. Eighty million dollars had just moved, and whoever did it wanted him to know. His thumb hovered over the message while his jaw stayed locked tight.
"No," he muttered to himself. "They want me to see it. They want me to know they're robbing the bank in front of my face." His eyes narrowed. "But why send it to her phone? Why not mine?"
Mindy shifted in her sleep beside him. Her head moved on his shoulder as th
