Chapter 19
As her SUV reached the midpoint of the Brooklyn Bridge, headlights suddenly flashed brightly in her side mirror.
A massive dark pickup truck rammed into the rear bumper of her SUV with a violent, metallic crash.
Clara screamed, gripping the steering wheel tightly as her vehicle skidded across the slippery wet asphalt.
"Target acquired," a cold voice echoed through her SUV's hacked Bluetooth speaker system.
"Arthur Vance sends his regards, Clara."
The pickup truck rammed her side panel again, pushing her SUV toward the outer steel suspension cables of the bridge.
Clara fought the wheel desperately, slamming her foot on the brakes as sparks flew from the scraping metal.
Her SUV spun around, coming to a violent stop facing the oncoming pickup truck in the rain.
The driver of the pickup truck stepped out into the pouring rain, holding a heavy tactical glass breaker.
It was her uncle, Richard Vance, his face twisted into a maniacal, sinister smile under the bridge lights.
"You should have stayed in the living room, Clara!" Richard shouted over the sound of the howling wind.
Clara reached into her travel bag, clutching the encrypted hard drive against her chest as her baby kicked wildly inside her.
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She looked at Richard advancing toward her window, her eyes flashing with pure, undying resilience.
She shifted the SUV into reverse, flooring the accelerator into the dark bridge lane behind her.
