Page 41 of Fury

People passing by on the sidewalk frowned at her and picked up their pace as she neared.

Somewhere close, a car alarm was blaring, loud and obnoxious. It mixed with the angry monologue in her head. Then awareness dawned and she froze. Glass shards littered the ground at the passenger side of her BMW.

Her car.Heralarm.

“No,” she breathed as she jogged over. She shut off the alarm with her key fob. “No, no . . . ”

The window had been smashed into a million tiny pieces. In the sun, flecks of glass glinted against the dark interior of the car.

Hollyn leaned through the window, shoes crunching on the glass that covered the ground. Her purse—why had she been foolish enough to leave it behind?—was still there. Frantically glancing around, she dug through the bag, careful to avoid the sharp shards protruding from the doorframe. Relief sparked when her fingers brushed her passport and phone.

So lucky, Hol. Maybe use your head next time.

The feeling of being watched intensified. She stood. Looked around. Several parked cars lined the road, but even squinting into the glare of the sun’s rays, she couldn’t tell if people were in them.

But that feeling. It grew more ominous.

Get out of here. Now.

Hollyn dropped her purse down on the passenger seat. Raced to the driver’s side, furiously pressing the unlock button, and jumped in. With shaking hands, she rammed the key into the ignition and peeled away from the apartment building. She tried once, twice, to get her seatbelt in place and had just felt it click when she caught sight of an SUV pulling out of the row of vehicles. Jerky moves of the black vehicle told her the driver was in a hurry.

Gaze darting from the road to the rearview mirror and back, Hollyn could feel her whole body trembling. She pressed the accelerator to put more distance between herself and the SUV.

It sped up.

Hollyn cried out. She saw a road coming up. Took it. Her tires chirped in protest at her lack of deceleration, but she maintained control. Both hands gripping the steering wheel, heart solidly in her throat, she kept checking behind her and almost sighed when she didn’t see the SUV turn down the road.

Then it appeared.

And bore down on her at a speed that said she was about to be in serious trouble.

8

ABU DHABI, UAE

Davis was officially worried.

Something wasn’t right. He’d called Hollyn several times since arriving back at her place, and it still kept going to voicemail. Gripping the counter, he ran through his options. Should have insisted that she share her location with him.

To his right, Fury barked. Looked at the front door.

“I know,” Davis bit out. “But where do we start looking? Not like this town is small. She’s a needle in a haystack out there!”

Irritation warmed his neck. Puffed his chest.

What did he know about Hollyn? What she liked to do. Where she liked to go. He didn’t even know how to reach Leila and the twerp. Good thing, because he’d wring their necks.

If they’d taken Hollyn . . .

Like he’d summoned her with his mind, her face lit up his screen with an incoming call. Davis snatched the phone off the kitchen island. Swiped it open.

“Where are you?” he growled. “Didn’t you see?—”

“Help!” Her frantic voice silenced his dressing-down. Made his blood run cold.

Davis could hear her crying and car noise in the background. His pulse thundered. “Did they take you? Do you know where you are?”

“I’m driving,” Hollyn cried into the phone. “Someone’s after me!”

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