CHAPTER 459

Phoebe’s POV

The guy’s eyes darted between us, his breathing ragged. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, alright? We’re just moving some merchandise. No girls here, I swear.”

Chris shoved him harder against the wall. “Merchandise? You better be telling the truth, or I swear—”

Before Chris could finish, we heard it—sirens, faint at first but growing louder by the second. The police.

“Damn it,” Rémy hissed under his breath. “We need to go.”

I froze, panic flooding my veins. “What? No, we can’t leave. What if Emily’s still—”

“She’s not here,” Rémy cut me off, his voice cold and certain. “They tipped off the cops. This place is a dead end.”

Chris looked like he was about to argue, but the flashing lights outside told us we didn’t have time. The police would be swarming the place any second.

With one last shove, Chris let the guy go, his frustration evident. “If I find out you lied…” He didn’t need to finish the threat.

We bolted, slipping out through a side door just as the fir