Taking a deep breath, Lucas reached for the bar. His hand hesitated for only a second before he pushed it.

The door groaned open, and for a split second, neither of them breathed.

No alarm.

Lucas let out a sharp exhale and grabbed her hand. “Move.”

They bolted outside into the chill night air, the sharp scent of gasoline and metal in the wind. The alley was empty, dimly lit by a single flickering streetlamp at the far end.

“Which way?” Amy whispered, adrenaline surging through her ...