Kate should have known it was never going to be this easy. She wasn't stupid enough to miss what this was. This had David's hand written all over it — he'd cut her brakes. He was making good on his promise to kill her.
God save her.
Terror flooded her bones as the road rushed relentlessly toward her, and Kate clenched the steering wheel so hard until her knuckles went white.
Kate should have remained on the highway, but no, she had chosen the remote cliffside where tracking her would be close to impossible. If only she knew she had played perfectly into David's plan. Or rather, he knew her too well.
To her left, there was nothing but rock wall, and to her right, the inevitable void. There would be no help for her if anything happened—because she'd be dead.
Kate was more than scared now, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
The speedometer trembled near the edge while the wind screamed through the open windows. She yanked the handbrake, but even that didn't engage.
