Twenty minutes later, Liam helped Ayla into the back of a black SUV, surrounded by four intimidating guards in dark suits, eyes scanning the parking lot like hawks.
"This seems a bit much," Ayla whispered to Liam.
"Zayden doesn't do anything halfway," Liam responded, fastening her seatbelt before sliding in next to her.
The convoy started moving, with two SUVs and Liam and Ayla in the middle one, flanked by their security team.
The man from the hospital drove out of his own car and parked three rows back. He waited until the SUVs turned onto the main road before starting his engine, keeping a safe distance.
His phone was set up on the dashboard, and the tracking app was already active. He had slipped a small GPS tracker under the rear bumper of the middle SUV while everyone was focused on Ayla.
As the convoy wound through the streets toward the fancier neighborhoods on the outskirts, the man stayed back but kept his sights locked on his target.
