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.

Tyrone had taken the elevator from the thirty-second floor directly to the underground garage without stopping, the journey would have taken less

Rivera, what’s amiss?” one of the guards

lacked the luxury of time for a detailed explanation and

would undoubtedly have been rushed, given his drugged state and

if

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

with a heartened sigh, saw Tyrone’s vehicle, its familiar license plate number reassuring

retraced her steps, only to be abruptly seized by a large hand that swiftly muffled her

widened in alarm, Sierra fought valiantly,