After some time, Sam finally appeared.
"Madam," he greeted solemnly, stopping in front of her. "I'm truly sorry," he apologized regretfully. "That crash was horrific. How is Sir?"
"He is in surgery. But that wasn't just an accident." Her expression darkened with concern. "Someone wanted us dead. It was a direct attempt to murder."
A flicker of tension tightened Sam's jaw. "We have got footage from the surveillance camera outside the office building," he informed her. "It caught the moment of impact. We'll track down the driver soon. And when we do, we'll know who is behind it. I promise you we'll solve this case quickly."
He looked down for a second, guilt shadowing his features. "Sir called and told me he'd pick you up himself. He asked me to leave. But now I regret it." His hands curled slightly into fists as he spoke again. "I shouldn't have left you. If I had stayed—"
"Don't blame yourself." Anne cut him off gently but firmly. "No one knew something like this would happen."
