Scars Of A Broken Bond

She descended via the elevator to the subterranean parking, stepping out into the dimly lit expanse. Two vigilant sentinels stood watch at the exit.

“Have you seen Tyrone exiting just now?” Sierra inquired anxiously.

“No.” Both of them shook their heads.

“When did you arrive here?”

One of them consulted his wristwatch and replied, “Approximately 8:53 p.m.”

Her heart raced. When she realized Tyrone wasn’t in his room, she called Blayze at 8:50 p.m.

Upon receiving Blayze’s directive, the secretary had promptly dispatched his men to watch the area and prevent Tyrone from running away. A mere three minutes had passed.

thirty-second floor directly to the underground garage without stopping, the journey would have taken less than

what’s amiss?” one of the

the luxury of time for a detailed explanation and briskly

the underground garage, his departure would undoubtedly have been rushed, given his drugged state

she proceeded to see if Tyrone’s

in its place, Tyrone would remain concealed

heartened sigh, saw Tyrone’s vehicle, its familiar license plate

only to be abruptly seized by a large hand that swiftly muffled her mouth and whisked her into

in alarm, Sierra fought valiantly,