She narrowed her eyes.
The car driver was drenched in cold sweat. At this speed, a crash would be fatal.
In a desperate move, he jerked the wheel. The vehicle spun out of control and slammed into the guardrail. Inside, Sabina was thrown forward. Her head collided with the seat in front of her, and a dull groan escaped her lips as she slowly lifted her head, dazed.
Just then, a red sports car blazed past them and came to a screeching stop with a sharp drift that burned rubber into the pavement.
Bonnie stepped out.
She marched to the trunk, yanked it open, and pulled out an iron rod.
The assistant and the agent, shaken and bruised, were still trying to recover from the shock when the next sound split the air.
A sharp crack.
Glass exploded across the asphalt.
Bonnie had shattered the car window with a few savage blows. She reached in, popped the lock, flung the door open, and dragged Sabina out by the hair.
