Chapter 206

*LORENZO* The Jag hurtles down the lane toward the Hideout, and I spot an old BMW encrusted with at least a year’s worth of dirt, and it’s abandoned haphazardly outside the garage. Fuck. They’re here. No. No. No. My fear and rage race into overdrive, threatening to overcome me. Danica! Calm down, mate. Calm the fuck down. Think. Think. Think. I pull up and park the car hard against the gate. They won’t get out that way. If I go down the entry steps, they’ll see me, and I’ll lose the element of surprise. I fling open the car door and run to the little-used and hidden side gate and down to the scullery-room door. My breath is coming in short, sharp bursts as adrenaline pumps into my bloodstream, doubling my heart rate. Calm down, mate. Calm down. The scullery door’s ajar. Fuck. Maybe this is how they got into the house. I gulp down a steadying breath, my heart hammering, and gently push open the door and creep in. The adrenaline has sharpened my senses. My breathing is deafening. Quiet.