My flat shoes squeaked softly against the polished white tiles.

I bypassed the main elevators and pushed through the heavy door to the service stairs.

The concrete stairwell was cold and smelled of damp plaster.

My footsteps echoed off the gray walls as I hurried down the steps.

I reached the heavy metal door marked P2.

I pushed it open and stepped into the dimly lit parking garage.

The concrete cavern was silent, the hum of the ventilation fans turned off.

I walked quickly toward my sedan, my keys clutched in my hand.

I pressed the unlock button on my key fob.

The car’s headlights flashed, casting long, jumping shadows against the concrete pillars.

Before I could reach the door, a low hum echoed through the garage.

A dark SUV turned the corner, its headlights blinding me as it pulled up directly behind my car.

The engine purred silently as the vehicle blocked my only exit.

My heart leaped into my throat.

The driver’s door opened, and a man in a dark suit stepped out.

Then, the rear passenger door opened.