Gerrard’s POV
Stepping out into the late March weather I stride around to the right, Kerrick on my heels, the security guard’s head on the swivel as he watches for any movement.
We round to the back of the building, to where the staff park their cars, moving toward a small heavily fortified building that is partially hidden by trees, camouflaged from the eyes of anyone who doesn’t know that it’s there.
As we approach, the door swings open, and Zara stumbles out, Ivan behind her, the latter turning around the shut the door again and secure it, typing in today’s code to lock it down with deadbolts from the inside.
I hurry toward them, my wife glancing up as I approach, her guarded expression turning to one of confusion and then anger as she marches toward, meeting me in the middle of the
