The parking lot of The Rusty Anchor was cold, damp, and smelled faintly of sea salt and exhaust fumes.
Aria sprinted out the back exit, scanning the road.
Nothing.
Taillights faded in the distance as a sedan turned the corner onto the main highway. Lucas was gone. And he had taken Bella with him.
"Damn it," Aria hissed, kicking a pebble.
She turned back toward the parking lot, her mind racing. If Lucas had taken Bella in his car, that meant Bella's car was still here. And if Bella's car was here...
Aria scanned the rows of vehicles. Amidst the sensible sedans and beat-up trucks of the crew members, one vehicle stood out like a diamond in a pile of coal.
It was a custom G-Wagon wrapped in iridescent, pearlescent pink vinyl. It looked like a Barbie Jeep that had joined a cartel.
"Subtle, Bella," Aria muttered, marching over to it. "Very demure."
She reached the SUV. She tried the driver's side door handle. Locked. She tried the passenger side. Locked.
