Mari's hands trembled slightly as she killed the engine. The black car slowed down as it approached, and for a moment, she thought it would drive past. But then, to her horror, it pulled in too, parking a few spaces away.
Her breath hitched.
"Dad, they followed me in," she whispered. "Should I call the police?"
"No. Stay inside. I'm on my way," he said firmly. "Don't panic. Stay on the phone."
Mari clenched her jaw. Panic? That was an understatement.
She forced herself to take slow, steady breaths, keeping her eyes trained on the car. The tinted windows prevented her from seeing inside, but she could feel them watching her.
She debated whether to get out of her car and find a way to escape or to just wait for her father. But before she could decide, the car doors opened.
Mari's stomach twisted when two men stepped out. They were dressed in dark clothing, and they moved with unsettling precision, their strides purposeful.
They were coming straight for her.
