Once at the garage, Derek keyed his code into the security keypad and pushed the door open, flicked the lights on. There was a couch just inside to the right and a hooded sweatshirt hanging over the back of a chair.
He picked the sweatshirt up and thrust it at her, then gestured vaguely towards the couch.
What was he going to do with Allison? That was a very good question. And one he wasn't sure he knew the answer to yet.
"Stay here," he barked. "Be quiet. You hear someone other than me, you hide. Got it?"