The ramp curved sharply into a service road lined with pine trees. The place was wrong—no streetlights, no signage, no warehouse in sight. His radio buzzed again.
“Cut your engine,” the woman’s voice said. “They can’t approach while you’re moving.”
“Who’s they?” he snapped, scanning the mirrors. The SUV’s headlights had disappeared entirely.
He killed the engine—and that was when a second pair of lights blinked on, right in front of him.
