Anderson hit the road chasing behind the car. They didn't seem to notice her to start with. She felt like she was on the most important mission of her life, the street was a thick coat of blackness as the street lamps were flickering.
She felt the moment burn in her chest like a volcano. Cobra was behind her parent's death, or at least he had something to do with it.
That thought alone caused her fingers to clutch to the wheel till her knuckles turned white. Strands of hair poured down her face messily but she didn't bother to brush it off, that could wait, cobra couldn't.
The car took a turn and she equally took a turn maintaining the distance so they didn't notice she was right behind them tracking their return to their hole.
Her lips were slightly pulled apart baring her clenche
