The automobile sped through the downtown streets, its engine howling as Lucas grabbed the steering wheel with steely resolve. Grace grabbed her phone, her hands quivering, as the live broadcast showed the countdown—00:48:32. The lively area on the television was full of people who were unaware of the impending threat.
"This is insane," Grace said, her voice trembling. “How did he even set this up? He’s been in custody for minutes.”
Lucas’s jaw clenched. “He planned this long before tonight. He has individuals working for him who are equally brutal as he is. We’re dealing with something much bigger than Henry Lawson.”
Grace's mind whirled as she put together parts of discussions, recollections, and cautions she had disregarded. "He usually indicated that his influence broadened beyond h
