“Ms. Green, the road ahead is completely blocked. Should we take a detour? We could cut through that construction site and get to the frontage road?” Inside the luxury sedan, the driver respectfully consulted Clara.
Clara touched the several insulated food containers in the back seat, a hint of impatience in her voice. “Why is this road always under construction? It’s so annoying! The soup’s getting cold. Jacob probably won’t want to drink it now.”
She waved her hand at the driver. “Let’s take the shortcut. Jacob must be waiting anxiously.”
The driver nodded and took the next opportunity to turn onto the side road.
Just as the car approached the construction site, a muffled cry for help pierced the air. “Help!” Then, silence.
The driver and Clara exchanged glances, both looking out th
