The car roared down the highway, the dashboard glowing faintly against Lucas’s hardened expression. Grace stared at the live feed on her phone, the timer counting down mercilessly—01:13:42. Her gut tightened as she watched the busy square on TV.
"This isn't just about me anymore," Grace murmured, her voice hardly audible. “He’s targeting innocent people, Lucas. Families. Children.”
Lucas maintained his hold on the steering wheel. "He's becoming agitated because we’re hot on his trail. He’s desperate to stay in control.”
“Desperate?” Grace shook her head, her voice rising. “This doesn’t look desperate to me. It looks calculated. He planned all of this, Lucas. Every step.”
Lucas’s jaw clenched. “Then we’ll out-plan him.”
“How?” Grace snapped, frustration bleeding into her words. “He’s
