Lana switched off the car engine and jumped out in a hurry, slamming the door behind her. Her heart was pounding, her mind spinning through the last twenty-four hours like a storm. There was no time to waste. Every minute could mean the difference between Liam surviving… or not.
As she made her way toward her house, a figure appeared from the other side. Someone was stepping out of Liam's house.
Tall. Fit. A bit rough-looking with casual swagger. Lana recognized him instantly—Dickson.
She had seen his face before, even though they had never spoken directly. That was Liam's best friend. His brother in all but blood.
Dickson walked casually at first, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. But when he spotted her, his pace slowed. His eyes trailed from Lana's face to the sleek, powerful car behind her.
"Hey," he said with a slight grin, nodding toward the vehicle. "Nice car you got there."
