“Alright,” she murmured. “We’re going to see Sarah.” Rex rose immediately. Not confused. Ready. She opened the car door. He didn’t jump in. He looked past her. Still. Alert. A flicker of unease passed through her. She followed his gaze. A van now sat at the far end of the parking lot. White. Unmarked. Engine running. It hadn’t been there when she arrived. Or perhaps it had.
The driver’s side window reflected sunlight too sharply to see through. The vehicle wasn’t parked in a space. It was angled slightly, nose pointed toward her row. Waiting. Rex stepped closer to her leg, body angled subtly between her and the van. Her pulse quickened. “Don’t,” she whispered under her breath, unsure whether she meant the van or herself.