Ethan practically hauled Alexandria into the passenger seat of the silver Mercedes. She was in the grip of a severe panic attack—shaking, hyperventilating, and repeating her daughter's name—but there was no time to lose.
Ethan slammed the door shut and pulled the car onto the street, accelerating to a reckless speed. He was driving, not toward the docks at Pier 17, but toward a different area of the city. His immediate plan was to contact Jason and secure the one million dollars in cash.
He reached for his phone but hesitated, pulling the car abruptly over to the side of a quiet, tree-lined street before making the call.
[Why do you doubt?]
Ethan ignored the System for a moment, gripping the steering wheel. He glanced at the $750,000 settlement cheque in his pocket.
