CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
Richard
I stared at the rearview with my gaze Impeccably peering at Imelda's image appearing. She stood in utmost confusion as I drove away from her.
I could see as I drove away how her mouth seems to be moving, either she was saying words or it was just moving, I couldn't make out what.
It took me just five minutes just like he had instructed. He wanted me to be there within that minute even though it was in a way impossible for me to make it to the club within five minutes.
I drove recklessly at the highest speed to its limit. A miracle, only a miracle was the right explanation for not getting in an accident.
I stretched my hand to the passenger seat where my phone was lying. I dialled the club without having in mind a particular person to call but after several calls, there was no response on their end.
