Ralph's POV
As we drove down the streets, I saw a familiar car pass us by, my eyes met one of its occupants, and he smelled familiar. He was part of the assailants who attacked me. He accidentally looked into my eyes, and I smiled. He went pale, maybe he thought I wouldn't recognize him because they always attacked me wearing a mask. Now that I had seen his bare face, it was over for him unless he left town.
"Follow that car," I instructed while pointing to their car, and my driver immediately switched lanes. We started to tail them, but they were faster. So we lost them before we could even catch up,
"Damn it," I hissed. But that's okay, I will describe that face to my detective, and we will try to sketch him and then trace him down. I need to find who is behind these attacks and what
