Unexpectedly, Kara pulled the car door handle on the front passenger side. Frank stared wide-eyed. He didn't dare move.
Because the car was locked, Kara knocked on the window. Frank's heart skipped a beat like it was going to burst out of his throat. The tension within him now was much greater compared to when he faced the assassin.
“Jeremy, I know you're in there. Please open it. I really need your help.”
Frank broke into a cold sweat. His brows furrowed. ‘Should I just go?’
His hand went up to the car key, ready to turn it. However, seeing the annoyance on Kara's face, he finally sighed in resignation and opened the lock.
Without wasting any time, Kara got in and threw the bag onto the back seat. Pulling on her seat belt, she gasped for breath.
“There aren't any taxis around here,
