Chapter 2 - THE MIDNIGHT CHASEI flew down the stairs, the little girl’s heart hammering against my chest like a trapped bird. My lungs burned. We hit the basement level—the loading docks—where the fog from the harbor rolled in thick and white.
"Stay quiet," I whispered, ducking behind a pallet of industrial drums.
The man in the suit entered the dock, his pistol drawn now, silencer glinting in the pale moonlight. He was joined by two others. They were moving in a grid pattern. They were looking for us.
I looked at the girl. She had her eyes shut tight, her lips moving silently. She wasn't just crying; she was praying.
"What’s your name?" I whispered.
May you like
She looked at me, and for the first time, she spoke. It was a raspy, broken sound. "Elena."
"Elena," I said, "I need you to be the bravest girl in the world. We’re going to get to my car."
