Page 70 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“Coming,” Cara shouted back.

She grabbed the white tweed coat she had pulled from Lea’s closet when she couldn’t find something suitable in her own to wear over the white and silver dress. Her sister had owned far too many clothes, and while Cara had slowly started to go through Lea’s things to get rid of what she didn’t want to keep, she had barely touched the clothes.

Cara pulled the door open to find Chris waiting on the other side.

His gaze fell down over the dress to the shoes and then back up just as fast. He hadn’t lingered, and his expression remained neutral. “Gian will be pleased. You look wonderful, miss.”

Cara smiled. “Thank you.”

“Let’s head out.”

She followed behind the man, letting him lead her through the apartment hall, down one flight of stairs, and outside to where a black town car sat running in front of the building. It was only a short stroll away. Chris held the back door open for Cara to walk the remainder of the way and get inside, but something caught her eye as she made it to the vehicle.

Another car—bright yellow, which was what caught her attention first—came speeding far too fast down the city road. Black tinted windows made it impossible to see inside.

By the time the car reached them, the driver’s window rolled down a few inches.

Cara didn’t understand the item that was shoved out the window, not until the color burst from the barrel, and the sound sliced through the air.

Rapid gunfire.

Bullets.

Pain bloomed in Cara’s shoulder as she was dragged to the ground. She was frozen, stuck in a strange nightmarish state of reality and memories. She hadn’t heard gunfire like that since the day Lea was murdered. It was as though she had been shoved right back into that day all over again in a split second.

She couldn’t bring herself out of it, no matter how hard she tried.