I could hear the tires of the SUV screeching slightly as the vehicle began to back out of the parking space.

The headlights swept across me, blinding me for a second.

I closed my eyes against the glare.

The sound of the engine grew louder as the driver prepared to accelerate toward the exit ramp.

Then, another sound cut through the roar of the SUV.

It was the screech of burning rubber from the ramp above us.

A loud crash echoed through the garage as a vehicle hit the plastic warning barrier at the entrance.

The sound of a high-performance engine bounced off the concrete walls.

Bright white headlights illuminated the entire level of the garage, casting long, frantic shadows.

The approaching car was moving fast, far too fast for the tight turns of the ramp.

Victoria’s SUV braked hard, its red brake lights flaring in the dark.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my palms stinging as grit dug into my fresh cuts.

The incoming car turned the corner, its tires howling against the painted concrete floor.

It was a silver sports coupe.