Chapter - 250
As Rick's car sped away, the sound of the truck's crash still echoing faintly in the distance, the lady on the Harley sat motionless a few paces back, her helmet reflecting the dim streetlights. She had seen everything — the truck purposefully trying to run over Rick's car, Rick escaping by a very thin margin, and the truck crashing afterwards. The scene left her seething with irritation.
She waited until Rick's car disappeared from view before reaching into her jacket and pulling out her phone. With an annoyed sigh, she tapped a number and held the phone to her ear, her jaw clenched. The call connected, and without wasting a breath, she lashed out her complaint, her voice heavy and simmering with dissatisfaction.
