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.

the underground garage without stopping, the journey would have taken less

Rivera, 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

to see if Tyrone’s vehicle was still

car remained in its place, Tyrone would remain concealed within the hotel. If the

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

a large hand that

widened in alarm, Sierra fought valiantly, yet her struggles proved

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