Sara’s POV
We left Gerald’s hideout with a clear target in mind: the warehouse. My heart was pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline as I replayed his words over and over. If what he said was true, we were walking into the lion’s den—but that was exactly where we needed to be.
Zack drove, his face tight with focus, while Gerald sat slumped in the back seat, looking like a man condemned. His silence was heavy, but I could tell he was still holding back, still terrified of what we were about to do. I couldn’t blame him—Richard was powerful, ruthless, and had a network of people who would kill to protect him.
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” I muttered, more to myself than to anyone else.
Zack’s gaze flicked over to me briefly before returning to the road. “We don’t have a
