Frank Xia's knuckles whitened as his jaw clenched, the soft beep of the biometric scanner confirming his identity. The car hummed to life, its purring engine a soothing hum beneath him. Across from him, Luke sat silent but alert, his fingers tapping absently against his thigh. The weight of the situation pressed down on them both.
The La Luz Hotel. That was where Ruth had gone. Frank knew she was smart, but running off on her own was reckless. No amount of expensive security could truly protect her if the people after her were determined enough.
He swung the car onto Hong Kong's teeming roads, the skyline a shimmering wash of neon. The city was alive with the cries of street vendors, the metronomic click-click-click of crossing signals, the blaring car horn heard now and then.
"How fast does this thing go?" Frank whispered, his fingers drumming on the leather steering wheel.
