Realizing that chasing a speeding sports car on foot was an exercise in absolute futility, Julian lunged forward, his fingers clamping tightly around Celia's forearm. "Get in my car! Now!"
Without a single word of argument, Celia ripped her arm free and threw herself into the passenger seat. Julian slammed the door shut, the engine roaring to life a second later. The tires shrieked in protest against the asphalt as he buried his foot on the gas pedal, launching the vehicle into the chaotic sprawl of the highway. But they had one problem: they were driving blind. At every major intersection, Julian was forced to violently stomp on the brakes, his eyes sweeping through the sea of metal for the distinct silhouette of Phoebe's car.
Nothing. She had vanished into thin air. Every second that passed only deepened the horrible realization that they had no idea where she was heading. Sydney was enormous, and Phoebe could be anywhere by now.
