Terrence had done the opposite of what we wished for: he'd sped across the streets. Almost crashed into a few yellow taxi's that were making way towards us. Barely skipped an old woman crossing the street at the last minute.
He was a maniac at driving when it came to something like this.
By the time the beat up blue BMW found its way onto Crosby Street Hotel, Kate, Max and I had had enough and pushed the doors open as hard as we could and dropped onto the white snow, puffing in the cold air into our lungs.
Kate lurched forward but nothing came out of her system. Nothing did for the past ten minutes that Terrence had driven the car at a surprising rate to come to the hotel. Nothing absolutely came out but she did scream at the top of lungs the words “STOP”.
Terrence Lorimer stood in fro
