The moment Jonathan was out of sight, the waiter from earlier appeared by her side. His demeanor was brisk but reassuring. “Come with me,” he whispered, his voice low and urgent. “We have a police car waiting at the back exit. It’s safe now.”
Relief flooded through Amelia as she stood up, her legs shaky but determined. She followed the waiter quickly, glancing over her shoulder to ensure Jonathan was nowhere in sight. The adrenaline coursed through her veins as they weaved through the bar and out the back door.