The chase started in full force.
The van tore through the traffic, weaving recklessly between vehicles, horns blaring. Tires screeched as it took a sharp turn, attempting to shake off its pursuer. But the black Range Rover remained glued to its tail.
"It's still behind us," the driver said grimly, flicking his gaze to the side mirror.
Mr. Hill followed his line of sight, his expression darkening. "Who the hell is this bastard?"
According to the information he had received, Gideon Woods wasn't even in town. He had gone back to his hometown to see his mother. And this wasn't Summer's friend's car either.
Then who?
Whoever it was, he couldn't allow some unknown man to ruin his plan. He had waited too long for this moment. By destroying Summer, he would crush Gideon completely.
"Step on it," he snapped. "Lose him."
The driver slammed his foot down on the accelerator, the speed climbing dangerously high. The Range Rover surged forward as well, refusing to fall back.
