Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 861

Clara trailed after him, worry lacing her voice. “Dylan followed the old man here two days ago, and then—nothing. He’s just gone. Not even a call. I’m scared something happened.”

Charles gave her shoulder a gentle pat. “He’s tougher than you think. Probably just lost his phone or something. Come with me, let’s find a place to stay first. Then we’ll ask around. And listen, sis, remember what I said: here, people like us are targets. Anyone you meet could be sizing you up for your organs. Trust no one.”

“Got it.”

Clara had never set foot in this country before. With all the recent chaos, her own government had ordered everyone home and banned tourists from visiting—it was just too dangerous.

She and Charles rode into the city. Even the grimiest towns back home weren’t this filthy. Trash was everywhere, and this was supposed to be the capital.

Charles finally tracked down a motel that looked halfway clean. After a quick chat with the front desk clerk, he led Clara through to the back courtyard.

Clara had no idea what they were saying, so she just followed quietly.

The courtyard was a bit cleaner. The clerk said something else to Charles, but his gaze kept lingering on Clara.

Charles’s eyes turned sharp. “Get lost.”

The man seemed to get the message and hurried off.

Clara could guess whatever he said wasn’t good.

She sat down on a bench as Charles walked over, looking pissed.

“That guy thought I was selling you—wanted to make me an offer. Sick bastard. Anyway, I asked him—he hasn’t seen any foreigner who stands out. With Dylan’s looks, if he’d been around, people would’ve noticed.”

Clara looked down, watching the sky outside grow darker.

“Charles, let’s split up to ask around. Meet back here at nine.”

She glanced around—several men were waiting, all of them armed. Definitely one of the gangs Charles had warned her about.

She didn’t waste time. She pulled her gun, took out the others in quick, clean moves, then slammed the ringleader back with a hard kick.

“Talk. Where did he go?”

Fear flickered in the man’s eyes. He clearly hadn’t expected Clara to be this ruthless.

She pressed her boot to his chest, leaning in. “Tell me. Which way did he go?”

He’d known too much about Dylan’s clothes for it to be a lie.