He unlocks the heavy door to the cramped back office, sitting down quickly as Cobra, Mayhem, and I crowd into the small room. The manager scrambles to bring up the security system desktop, his trembling fingers hovering over the mouse.
"Four o'clock today," I order flatly. "Exterior side exit feed. Set it up then get out.”
He does what I say, scurrying out of the office and shutting the door.
I click the mouse on ‘play’. The screen flickers, bringing up the grainy black-and-white feed from 4:02 PM.
The nightmare unfolds in agonizing clarity.
We watch a dark van pull out from the pine tree line. We see two large men step out from the shadows. I watch Zara push open the door, looking at her phone with a soft smile.
My jaw clamps so hard my teeth pop as I watch the first man lunge, slam
