Chapter 165

*LORENZO* I stood paralyzed in the hallway for what seemed like an age. I was filled with dread, and my blood was thundering in my ears. Where the fuck was she? What the hell was she mixed up in? What do I do? How could she face those guys on her own? Fuck it. I have to find her. Where will she go? Home. Downtown. Yes. I dashed down the hall to the study and snatch the car keys from my desk, then ran to the front door, stopping only to grab my coat. I felt sick, my stomach churning. There was no way those guys were from the police. When I reached the garage, I pressed the electronic key, expecting the Maybach to open, but instead the Jag beeped to life. Shit. In my haste I picked up the wrong key. Fuck it. I didn’t have time to go back upstairs for the correct key. I clamber into the F-Type Jag and press the ignition. The engine roared to life, and I ease the car forward out of its parking space. The garage doors rise gradually, and I exited to the left onto the street and raced to the