That sound, it was exactly like the way she used to stand at the crossroads, waving and calling out to him as she waited for him to come home.
"Delilah!" Gavin's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, a web of crimson veins spiderwebbing through the whites.
He wrenched the wheel, ready to storm the clock tower, but the deputy director and a pack of executives threw themselves in his path, blocking him with desperate, reckless force.
"Mr. Vance, keep your head! The whole city is crawling with the chairman's security. If you charge in now, you'll just walk right into their trap!"
That s***h of crimson on the clock tower stabbed at his eyes like a white-hot knife.
Gavin gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened. His bloodshot stare shifted from the tower to the desolate city ent
