The Land Rover climbed the parking structure in a slow spiral, tires grinding over loose gravel as Malcolm kept the wheel steady and his eyes on the ramp ahead. The headlights swept across concrete walls and rusted rails as they moved higher.
"This place looks creepy," Lance muttered from the back, leaning slightly forward as the light cut through the dark drive path.
"You should've seen Ohio," Marybeth said, squinting through the narrow gap of the window, her gaze fixed outside.
Iyisha glanced at Lance and gave a small smile. He looked better. Still thin, but standing on his own, moving without help. A week of rest had done something. Enough for this.
Susan and Mark had given them the go signal that morning. Find Aljun. Get into Manhattan. No delays.
"Check the shadows," Malcolm said, voice low.
