The cart moved again.
This time both officers saw it.
Ruiz stepped closer. “Open it.”
The woman’s smile thinned. “Excuse me?”
“There’s something in there,” Kane said.
“Only food,” she replied.
But the cart made a sound.
A faint scrape.
Like something shifting weight.
Ruiz leaned in. “Ma’am, step aside.”
Her eyes sharpened.
“You don’t want to do that,” she said quietly.
Kane frowned. “Is that a threat?”
“No,” she said. “A warning.”
That was enough.
Ruiz reached for the latch.
The woman grabbed his wrist.
Fast.
Too fast.
“Last chance,” she whispered.
Kane pulled her back. “Hey!”
The street around them kept moving, unaware.
Ruiz snapped open the cart door.
Empty.
Nothing inside.
Just metal walls and cold air.
Kane blinked. “What the—”
The woman stepped back slowly.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Then she turned and ran.