BANE

I COULDN’T BELIEVE what I was doing. I’d driven to the parking garage where Cox told me to meet her and am now sitting in the driver’s seat while my knee bounced. Wren had been missing for nine hours, and not knowing whether she was still alive was killing me. Sanderson had given me the proof of life, but I didn’t know what condition she’d be in once this was all over.

My gaze flickered to the rearview mirror when I saw another car appear at the top of the ramp. The parking garage was six stories high, and Cox was very specific about the location when I called...