CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX – ATTEMPTED MURDER

They raced down to the parking levels of Storm Enterprises, flanked by two grim-faced detectives who had been immediately looped in. Kayla's sleek sedan sat forlornly in one of the stalls, the driver's side door ajar. One of the forensics team waved them over, his expression grave. "Take a look at this," he said, gesturing to the open car door. Peering inside, Kayla felt her breath catch in her throat. The brake lines had been precisely severed, left hanging limply beneath the steering column. "Oh my god..." she whispered, her head spinning. If she'd started that car, hit the brakes at any normal speed...the results didn't bear thinking about. "This was no prank," the forensics tech said grimly. "Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. Tampering with a vehicle's operational safety mechanisms like this could easily have resulted in serious injury or worse if gone undiscovered." "An attempted murder, you're saying," Lance growled, his hands clenching into white-knuckled