Chapter Fifty-two
Anti-sweat rugTorrential rain reflecting off the windscreen made the dash cam footage useless. It detected the blue streak of movement amid the trailing drips, followed by Hana’s panicked maneuver. Then the rocking of the truck as the other car scraped alongside it.
“It’s a Suzuki Swift.” Logan frowned and zoomed in on the image of the blue streak. “Look at the body shape.”
Hana peered over his shoulder, reliving the pelting of the rain on the truck roof and the taste of danger. “She could have pushed us over the side of the mountain,” she said, her tone laden with dread. “If she wanted to see us so badly, why run when she met us on the road? Why not pull over and have a conversation with me?”
“I don’t know.” Logan’s quick fingers pulled up a Google search, and he sho
