Outside, somewhere beyond the storage units, a car engine started.
Then another.
I looked toward the door.
Someone had stopped outside Unit 317.
And whoever it was…
Had followed us.
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Outside, somewhere beyond the storage units, a car engine started.
Then another.
I looked toward the door.
Someone had stopped outside Unit 317.
And whoever it was…
Had followed us.
For several seconds, I couldn’t move.
David’s face was frozen on the black screen.
His last words kept repeating in my head.
Your father paid someone to sabotage it.
My father.
Robert Sanders.
The man who had stood beside David’s coffin six months earlier with tears in his eyes.
The man who had hugged me and told me, “We’re going to get through this together.”
The man who had called David a good son.
The man who had then asked me, three days after the funeral, whether I could help cover the mortgage on his new SUV.
I looked at Michael.
“Did you know?”
“No.”
“You swear?”
“I swear.”
Something hit the metal door outside.
Both of us froze.
Michael immediately closed the laptop.
“Someone’s here.”
We heard footsteps.
Slow.
Deliberate.
They stopped directly outside the storage unit.
I could hear my own heartbeat.
Then a man’s voice came through the door.
“Mr. Sanders?”
Michael looked at me.
The voice continued.
“Is Allison in there?”
I felt every hair on my arms rise.
I didn’t answer.
Michael silently pointed toward the back of the unit.
There was a small emergency exit behind the filing cabinet.
He moved it aside.
“Go.”
“What about you?”
“Go, Allison.”
I grabbed the laptop.
Michael opened the emergency door.
We slipped through into a narrow alley behind the building.
We didn’t stop running until we reached my car.
I threw the laptop onto the passenger seat and locked the doors.
Michael climbed in beside me.
“Drive.”
I started the engine.
My hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped the keys.
As I pulled onto the road, I looked into the rearview mirror.
A black SUV came out of the storage facility.
It followed us.
“Michael.”
“I see it.”
I drove faster.
The SUV stayed behind us.
For fifteen minutes, neither of us spoke.
Finally, Michael said:
“Don’t go home.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Good.”
“Where do we go?”
He thought for a moment.
