It was past 10 pm, and this remote stretch of road was nearly deserted
Charlotte had been driving for over ten minutes when she suddenly noticed a black car in her rearview mirror. It had been trailing her for some time.
The road ahead branched off in several directions. It wasn’t a straight shot to the airport, so other cars on the same route weren’t unusual. For all she knew, that car might have just beep heading to the airport too.
But something felt off.
She vaguely remembered seeing that same black car earlier, stopped just behind her at a red light in the city.
Which meant it had been following her the entire way from downtown to the outskirts.
Achill crept over Charlotte’s back. Her fingers tightened around the wheel.
She slowed down. The black car slowed down too. It didn’t attempt to pass.
She picked up speed. So did the car behind her.
That confirmed it. She was being followed
She grabbed her phone, ready to call for help
At the same time, in the black car behind her, the driver frowned.
“Boss, I think she’s onto us,” he muttered, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.
“Then do it.”
“Got it.”
BANG.
Charlotte had just unlocked her phone when the black car slammed into her from behind at full speed
The force of the crash sent her white Rolls–Royce skidding out of control, slamming into a roadside guardrail. The front of the car crumpled, and the airbags deployed with a deadening pop.
Her phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.
Dazed and dizzy, Charlotte struggled to lean down and grab it
She needed to call
thep
he police now.
He hadn’t expected that a woman who looked so
Caught off guard, he took a few solid hits and cursed under his breath, face contorting in fury. He banged at her again, trying to take her down.
The road had no
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