The line suddenly went dead. The tension that had been building in Erin snapped, pushing her to her limit. Without the phone as a mental crutch, she was utterly lost, unsure of what to do or how to handle the situation.
A car to her right sideswiped her, sending a jolt through her own vehicle. She felt it swerve violently, drifting from its lane. By the time she wrestled it back under control, she was drenched in a cold sweat.
She wasn't someone with nerves of steel. In situations like this, fear paralyzed her, leaving her in tears. Soon, she found herself on a large bridge, the traffic thickening. Several identical black Mercedes-Benzes drove toward her, reminding her of Brett's words Jimmy would send help. Were these his men?
She slowed down. With so many cars around, the two pursuing
