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.

elevator from the thirty-second floor directly to the underground garage without stopping,

amiss?” one of the

the luxury of time for

have been rushed, given his drugged state and

to see if

remain concealed within the hotel. If the

saw Tyrone’s vehicle, its familiar license plate number reassuring

seized by a large hand that

fought