The whites of Frank Xia's knuckles shone from where his jaw clenched with the soft beeps of identification from the biometric scanner that confirmed his identity. The gentle hum of its engine purred beneath him, and beside him, Luke said nothing but showed alertness. His fingers drummed absently against his thigh. The heavy feeling weighed in on them.
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 steered the car onto the crowded streets of Hong Kong, the skyline glittering under neon lights. The city teemed with life-vendors calling out their wares, the rhythmic clicking of pedestrian crosswalk signals, the occasional blare of a car horn.
"How fast can this thing go?" Frank muttered, his fingers flexing against the leather steering wheel.
