Instead, there was an unknown number on the screen.

A text message popped up.

I opened it, and my breath caught in my throat.

It was a photo.

It showed the outside of the diner we were sitting in, taken from a car parked across the street.

The headlights of the car were visible, cutting through the snow directly toward the window where we sat.

I looked up at the window, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Through the frost on the glass, a dark SUV was idling at the edge of the lot, its high beams turning the falling snow into a wall of blinding white.

I showed the phone to Adrian.

He did not look shocked.

His jaw tightened, a small muscle twitching near his ear.

Miller leaned over the table, his eyes darting from the screen to the dark window.

“Don’t look directly at them,” Adrian said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Are they going to shoot?” I asked.

My hand shook as I pressed it against my pregnant belly.

“Not here,” Adrian said. “Leo wants the books first. He wants to make sure he has everything before he cleans up the mess.”