Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Seven
The loud, metallic click of twelve car doors opening at the exact same time sounded like a firing squad loading their weapons in the dark.
Through the rain-streaked windows of my trapped sedan, I watched in absolute horror as men stepped out of the surrounding vehicles. They were dressed identically in dark, tailored suits, their faces completely expressionless, moving with a cold, military precision that I recognized instantly from Khalid’s description. These weren't local street thugs; they were the elite operatives of the Al-Mansour intelligence network. The gray, misty air of the industrial road was filled with the heavy sound of their boots splashing into the puddles as they closed the distance, completely surrounding my car.
“Mommy?” Chase’s
