Frank watched the sun rise over the wasteland, illuminating the empty landscape and warming his exhausted body. Night had come and passed, which meant he had slept for quite a while on a rock-hard bench in the middle of nowhere. During his escape from the crash site he'd thought about pausing several times, but as soon as he did so, the image of Grayson's sadistic eyes and sinister smile would surface within his mind...and then, Frank would be up and running again. By the time he reached a vista that overlooked the city of Bakersfield, his stamina had reached its limit, and he collapsed.
It seemed impossible that Grayson could survive what had happened, but Frank wasn't going to take any chances. He phoned his wife yesterday just to let her know he would be getting home late, but he refus
