Page 90 of Unseen Danger

He crept behind the other two vehicles, then along the warehouse, aiming for the left side of the building where he hoped to find an entrance.

He crept to the corner of the wall and peered around it.

A black van stood under a carport awning. A van exactly like the one in the security footage.

And two men in black sweatshirts stood talking on a loading dock.

He’d found more than an entrance. He’d found Nevaeh.

Twenty-Six

Zip ties off her wrists. Horrible tape off her mouth.

Nevaeh focused on her mental escape checklist. Nothing else. Not the panic that simmered close to the surface anytime she thought of fighting the kidnappers up close. Mainly that biggest guy.

Her breaths shortened as memories knocked on the door she battled to keep closed to them.

She wasn’t at that step yet. She’d need to get out of this office first.

Especially if she didn’t want to face the thugs head on.

She was lucky they hadn’t returned so far. From the snippets she’d heard when the two talkers were near the office, it sounded like they were waiting for someone. And they weren’t happy about it.

They’d opted to leave her alone. Something about the he they were waiting for not liking it if they messed with her.

It seemed she’d been taken by the hired help of the actual kidnapper. She’d figured that the moment she’d seen these jokers.

It could be a good thing if the person who hired them showed up here. Then she could identify the culprit. Sounded like it was a man. That knowledge alone could narrow their list of suspects for who had it in for D-Chop. Unless the head honcho here was still hired by someone else, like Jill.

Going for his kids was definitely an escalation from the previous scare tactics.

What would the culprit do now that the plan had failed and they’d gotten her instead?

Might try to leverage her with D-Chop, see if he cared about a lowly security contractor.

She could see the headlines now: Iconic Rapper’s Female Security Guard Kidnapped…A Lover’s Tiff?

She snorted at the perfect imitation of a tabloid’s take on this situation.

The inner humor took her mind off the men she’d have to face outside the office. But it wasn’t helping her get past the lock on the door.

Who would’ve thought such an ancient lock still existed? One that needed to be opened with a key from either side. This is when she could really use a hairpin. If she owned one.

Or a pocketknife like Sofia always carried.

Nevaeh made a mental note to get one as soon as she got out of here.

Past the three or more men.

She forced herself to take a breath despite the tightening in her chest. She could do that. She just needed to take them on separately. One at a time.

She’d handled that one guy who grabbed her first in the parking lot. She nodded to herself. She was strong, dangerous. They’d better—

Noise outside the office stalled her pep talk.

She leaned closer to the door.

Voices. Movement.