Chapter 5 - The Chase Down The Cold American Highway
A sleek black sedan idled near the mouth of the alley, its headlights cutting through the dense, swirling fog of the midnight street.
Vincent yanked open the passenger door, shoving Mary inside before sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut.
He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the powerful American V8 engine roaring to life with a ferocious, deep growl.
The tires squealed sharply against the wet pavement as the sedan surged forward onto the empty interstate highway.
In the rearview mirror, Vincent caught a glimpse of the man in the trench coat stepping calmly out of the alleyway.
The stranger didn’t run or panic; he simply stood under the amber streetlamp, watching their escape with cold, calculating eyes.
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“He knew we were coming, Vincent,” Mary sobbed quietly, clutching the dashboard as the speedometer climbed past ninety miles per hour.
“He knows everything except how far I’m willing to go to get my family back,” Vincent replied with unyielding resolve.
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