Delilah’s heart raced, the gravity of the situation pressing down on her.
She grabbed the black bag from the ground, tossed her heels inside, and took off, her bare feet making soft crunching sounds against the grass as she sprinted.
She zigzagged through the darkened outskirts, her movements swift and purposeful.
She had planned this route carefully.
When she reached the street, Delilah pulled off her mask and shoved it into her black bag. Then, she frantically waved her arms at the first cab that appeared.
The yellow car screeched to a halt, its driver rolling down the window.
He was a middle-aged man with a skeptical expression, his brows creased as he eyed her dark clothes and the bag slung over her shoulder.
"Where to?" he asked, his voice rough.
She blurted out Marco’s m
