How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Jarrod could tell his message had gotten through. He glanced in the rearview mirror and gave a crisp order to the bodyguard at the wheel. "Ten o'clock. Step on

it."

The bodyguard didn't hesitate. He slammed his foot on the gas, and the SUV shot forward.

From behind, Quinn caught on that Jarrod was still trying to get away. He popped up from the sunroof, megaphone in hand, his voice amplified and echoing down the empty road. "Sir! You clearly know why I'm here. Why don't we stop and have a civilized conversation?"

He was enjoying the chase-relishing every second of watching his prey run out of options.

And this prey was none other than the famous Jarrod.

In their circles, that name was practically legendary. Among the younger generation, there weren't many who could make headlines and land on prestigious lists. Jarrod was one of the few.

Quinn knew exactly how this would end.

Jarrod had no way out.

Betrayed by someone close, he figured Jarrod must have been feeling desperate.

If not for Jarrod, Quinn might never have realized just how many disasters his Sylvie had stumbled into. And what really infuriated him was that Jarrod had managed to drag a woman Quinn hadn't even gotten his hands on into this mess, making her untouchable. The frustration burned in his gut.

He wasn't about to let this loss go unanswered.

the megaphone. He swept a frosty glare across the rearview mirror but didn't so

You'd be better off

His confidence was palpable.

But it didn't last.

thought he could make out the faint thrum of helicopter blades-coming from the direction Jarrod's car was speeding

pale. "Shit... Hurry! He's got

Jarrod had already

out of

a Western man running toward him, he cast a glance behind them-no

rotors whipped dust and debris

didn't slow

as Jarrod made his move. The sight of the helicopter shattered Quinn's composure. He shouted in fury, "Fire! What the hell are you waiting

voice crackled through the comms. "Get

and vaulted inside. A bullet grazed his cheek, slamming into the metal body just inches from his

cabin, the bodyguard right behind

to strap in before Fleming pulled the controls, and the helicopter soared

engines

his chest. His injuries hadn't fully healed, and the sprint had his bones

so, he looked up at Fleming

didn't turn around.