CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
The car leaped forward and in a few moments, Stella and Maxwell were speeding in the fast lane. Stella could see the focused tension in every fiber of Maxwell’s body. His hands were clamped to the wheel. His eyes were glued to the road ahead, apart from regular lightning glances into his mirrors to check the space around him.
“I’ll send out an advisory to traffic police in the areas ahead. They might be able to assist,” the technician said, his voice crackling over the radio. “At the moment your suspect is still on the interstate and still heading north. There are exits every couple of miles and I’ll advise you immediately if he changes course.”
“That’ll be great.” Maxwell sounded casual but Stella knew he felt as keyed up as she did.
Stella was consumed with impat
