Heather walked towards her car, her mind still replaying the receptionist's words. Someone impersonated her, claimed to be Heather Remington, and took Alex. She stumbled toward Marcus, who was standing near the car, his eyes fixed on her with worry.
"It was… XZB-749 something."
Marcus frowned. "Are you sure that's the plate number?"
Heather shook her head. "I don't know. I think that's it, but I don't remember everything." She bit her nails, her nervous habit returning as she tried to piece together the missing digits. Her breath quickened as she replayed the moment in her head, the screeching car, the fleeting image of the plate, but the details remained blurry.
Marcus guided her to the car. Heather climbed in and shut the door, leaning back against the seat with a heavy sigh. Marcus joined her, but instead of starting the engine, he remained still.
