Not long after, Leslie had already changed into an all-black outfit-black shirt, black pants-and jumped off the balcony like a shadow blending into the night.
Another car rolled into the darkness.
Soon, she trailed Broderick's car, keeping a steady but unhurried distance.
The road kept stretching out, winding into more remote areas.
They'd been driving along the coastal highway for a while.
Windmere was a southern coastal city in Eastmark-mountains, sea, and booming economy.
It neighbored Zephyr City and Blackwater City, forming a powerhouse economic triad.
Leslie slid open the sunroof. The late-night sea breeze whipped in-damp and salty-blowing her long hair wildly.
They were in a desolate stretch between the mountains and the ocean.
The place, usually abandon
