Gavin hit the gas and went 180 per hour. He had never gone that fast in his life but he didn't mind. He knew the road would be clear. The road to Ender's Haven was always clear during the day. Criminals loved to move at night. He was going to make someone pay. He was going to make someone beg for his life. He knew who it was and he didn't care what anyone said about it. One thing was sure – someone was going to die by his hands.