In the car, Victor Bennett didn't rush to leave as there were too many cars blocking the way.
He just sat there waiting for them to lift Kenneth Johnson into the car and take him away, followed by a line of sports cars leaving one after another.
Joanna Ramsey sat next to him, her eyes red like a rabbit's, watching Victor Bennett's grim face, too scared to speak.
Last time she noticed this man had a tendency for violence, she feared she couldn't hold her tongue, and then Victor Bennett would hit her too!
Thinking about how Kenneth Johnson was beaten up like that just now, she felt a chill down her spine...
Suddenly, the roar of an engine came closer and closer, a bright silver-gray sports car raced up from the base of the mountain like a lightning bolt.
That melodious roar, in the ears of this crowd, was like the most beautiful symphony.
