Worry for Yvonne Hood fueled Shadow Ford's adrenaline. She drove the Mercedes van like a woman possessed, weaving through the treacherous curves of the mountain road. The heavy vehicle hugged the corners, tires screeching in protest, but Shadow Ford’s skill was undeniable. They raced upward, leaving the site of the ambush far behind.
As for Hector Van, who had fled into the woods at the first sign of trouble? No one mentioned him. No one cared. He was a ghost, a coward forgotten in the chaos.
The road eventually leveled out as they reached the summit. The top of Cloud Dream Mountain was a broad, flat plateau, terraformed into a paradise for the ultra-wealthy. Sprawling estates dotted the landscape, and a pristine private golf course stretched out like a green carpet under the sun.
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