*Alex*

Chloe tensed beside me. Her fear was palpable, permeating the van’s interior as she fiddled with her hands in her lap. A flash of anger roared inside of me. I didn’t like seeing her afraid.

“What are we going to do?” she asked just above a whisper.

“I’ll handle this. Just relax.”

The security guard, such as he was, strolled up toward the driver’s side window. His uniform was spot on, I had to admit, right down to the brand of ...