As the man jogged across the parking lot, he spotted a woman crouched beside an old sedan. She was gripping a tire iron, her brow furrowed in concentration. But something about her demeanor was off—she looked anxious, glancing around as if she were afraid someone might see her.
Curiosity piqued, he slowed his pace and watched. Suddenly, with a swift motion, she punctured the tire's sidewall. The air hissed out, and with it, the little bit of


