Chapter 58 The Web Of Deceit

• The underground garage buzzed with silence, broken only by Clara’s quickening breath as she followed the vague directions from the unknown number. Her heels clicked softly against the concrete, echoing into the emptiness. Her pulse drummed in her ears, every instinct screamed for her to turn back, but she couldn’t. Not now.
• She approached the black SUV parked at the far end of the lot. Its windows were tinted, its engine silent, but she could sense someone inside. As she neared, the passenger door swung open with a metallic groan.
• “Get in,” a voice ordered from the shadows.