Sage
It said:
Right now, the lady seems to be driving so fast, just as the guy I sent said. She’s speeding, and it’s reckless. He’s behind her as we speak, and she’s been going straight, seemingly heading to the end of the road where a cliff is.
My chest squeezed so violently I almost dropped the phone.
Cliff?! The f**k.
“No,” I breathed.
I didn’t think. I didn’t pause.
I threw on my coat as I sprinted down the hall, keys already in hand. The front door slammed behind me; I vaulted into the Rover, engine snarling awake before my door even shut.
I smashed the voice message button. “Send me her location right f*****g now!”
Alex’s reply was instant—a pinned drop in the middle of nowhere, County Road 17, the old scenic overlook with the rusted guardrail and the three-hundred-foot drop
