"WEE-WOO—WEE-WOO—"
The sirens wailed, growing closer and louder—a frantic, solemn warning to the frenzied Willow Quincy.
Willow Quincy looked up to see red and blue lights already illuminating half the sky over Misty Peak Mountain.
The police had found him, much faster than he'd expected.
A corner of his lip curled, his expression instantly turning bitter and regretful.
But as Felix Preston heard the sirens drawing near, his heart began to pound uncontrollably. Along with a surge of excitement, he felt a wave of intense panic.
The situation had spiraled far beyond his control. He'd expected the police to arrive quickly, but he never thought the villa would suddenly be on fire, much less that Willow Quincy would take Charlotte Shaw hostage at gunpoint.
