Without wasting another second, she bolted to her car, practically flinging herself into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, her hands shaking as they gripped the wheel. She punched the gas, tires screeching in protest as the car lurched forward.
Esme's gaze hardened, eyes locked on the road ahead, but her mind was racing with violent thoughts. Whoever did this would regret it, she promised herself, her knuckles whitening as she pressed harder on the accelerator. If her suspicions were correct, blood would be spilled before this night was over.
The city lights blurred past as Esme sped down back roads, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. It wasn't long before the congested streets gave way to desolate highways, and her car barreled through the night like a predator on the hunt. The cold, biting wind seeped through the windows, but she hardly noticed. Her mind was consumed by one thought: finding Ray, no matter the cost.
