Desperate Measures

ROCCO

I COULDN’T BELIEVE what I was doing. I’d driven to the parking garage where Briggs told me to meet her and am now sitting in the driver’s seat while my knee bounced. Sloane had been missing for nine hours, and not knowing whether she was still alive was killing me. Markov had given me the proof of life, but I didn’t know what condition she’d be in once this was all over.

My gaze flickered to