It was only a five-minute drive to Radhika’s house, but it felt like an hour. The roads were empty, but Spyros’ car kept sliding around and he had to slow down before he went off the road entirely. Spyros could feel the blood pounding in his head.
All he could think about was getting to Radhika. Maybe he was too late. No, Spyros wouldn’t allow those thoughts to take hold. Radhika was a tough woman. She would still be alive.
Spyros prayed that she was still alive.
He pulled up outside Radhika’s house, a semi-detached home at the end of the road. He was out of the car before he had barely put the handbrake on, slipping and sliding up the path to the front door.
“Radhika!” He pounded on the door. “Radhika, let me in!”
The door was locked. Spyros tried throwing his shoulder against the do
