His dress shoes slapped hard on the pavement, echoing between the parked cars.

He pulled his phone out and hit Derek’s speed dial.

Derek picked up on the first ring.

An air compressor whined loudly in the background, then a heavy wrench clattered onto a concrete floor.

“I need you to get over to Lena’s house right now,” Michael said.

He jogged down the row of parked cars toward his sedan.

“What’s going on?” Derek asked.

“Lena left him alone,” Michael said.