Leena's POV
The city appeared distinct after dark. Chillier. More ruthless. The headlights pierced the fog while Eric's dark SUV raced along the empty road. I sat next to him in the backseat, holding onto the edge of the leather seat with one hand, while my other hand clutched my small duffel bag as if it were a lifeline.
The atmosphere was filled with tension. Max was at the wheel, his gaze darting frequently between the road and the rearview mirror. Eric sat next to me, quiet, yet the tense line of his jaw expressed all that his words did not.
We were jogging. Once more.
Zack was narrowing the gap.
"Eric, he has submitted police reports," I murmured, gazing at the shadowy shapes of buildings beyond. "They believe you are a criminal." "What occurs if they trust him?"
He faced m
