Richard’s motorcycle roared to life as it cut through the empty streets like a gust of wind. The speed picked up with each passing second, as though each turn of the wheels embodied his growing determination and rising tension. Victor sat behind him, clutching Richard’s waist tightly, yet not saying a word. He understood; there was no need for words anymore. The situation was painfully clear.
The black SUV was still ahead, but Richard did not rush to close the gap. He maintained a careful distance, ensuring that the vehicle didn’t realize they were tailing it. As the streets passed by, Richard’s eyes were locked on the movements of the SUV, his mind sharpening with every second. Each turn of the road felt endless, yet there could be no hesitation. Dr. Carlton couldn’t afford to miss this
