The moon hung low over the city, casting long shadows across the dock as Bryan, Stella, and Emma hurried through the maze of shipping containers. The salty breeze off the ocean was cool, but tension crackled in the air like a live wire. They were running out of time. With every step, Stella felt the weight of their predicament bearing down on her. The police were closing in.
Bryan led the way, his eyes constantly scanning for any sign of danger. His hand was gripping Emma's tightly, while Stella followed closely behind, her heart pounding in her chest. The night boat was their only way out—if they could just reach it, they'd be safe.
"Stay close," Bryan whispered, his voice low but urgent. "We're almost there. The boat's just around the corner."
