Adrian slammed his fists against the steering wheel of his silver coupe, the leather groaning under the sudden, violent impact.
"Damn it!" he roared, his voice ricocheting off the windshield of the empty car. The word tore from his throat, raw and desperate.
He stared down the deserted intersection, his eyes scanning every vehicle in his line of sight, but the sleek black sedan had vanished completely. One minute he had been right on their tail, close enough to see the tinted rear window, close enough to imagine Nina sitting inside, slipping away from him.
The next, the driver had executed a ridiculously sharp, calculated reverse down an alleyway that Adrian hadn't even registered was there. The maneuver spoke of professional training, of resources far beyond what Nina should have had access to. By the time he had turned his own car around, the street lay entirely empty. Not even tire marks remained to show which direction they'd gone.
