Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 786

A flicker of alarm shot through Clara as she spun on her heel and headed straight for her car.

She'd barely been on the road ten minutes before she caught sight of not one, but several cars tailing her in the rearview mirror-just as she'd suspected.

The old lady's funeral was over, Dylan had already forgotten about her again, and now, in the old man's eyes, there was nothing holding him back. He could do whatever he wanted.

Clara's hands tightened around the steering wheel, her eyes fixed ahead, calm but alert.

There was no way the old man hadn't gone all out this time. Escaping wouldn't be a walk in the park.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Charles.

He answered, his voice still heavy with sleep. "What's up?"

"Charlie, I need you to track my location and come pick me up. Now."

Charles woke up instantly. He didn't waste time asking questions-just grabbed his jacket and was out the door.

Clara watched the city blur past, buildings and streetlights melting away behind her. Maybe it was her nerves, but she swore she could hear the tick-tock of a clock somewhere, counting down.

Her heart skipped. Just then, her car rolled onto a bridge. She took a deep breath, yanked open the door, and went for it.

Right before the car smashed through the guardrail, she pulled a sharp turn, and in that split second, dove off the bridge.

head, cold and overwhelming. Even before she surfaced, she heard the explosion echoing

cars following her had never tried to overtake, never tried to box her in. Their plan was obvious now-they just needed her to stay in the car. The bomb must have

the current pull her along, swimming downstream as fast as her strength

had no idea how long she

riverbank, shivering and

water made it worse. Clara wiped the droplets off her face, didn't dare rest, and hurried toward

no idea how quickly her pursuers

walked, she fished out her phone and gave it a shake. The screen stayed black-completely dead. No

find her. He always did. And

her out from miles

hidden spot by the side of

the distant thump

Her heart jumped. She scanned her surroundings, made sure she wasn't visible from above,

appeared down the road, rolling to a

thought it would

instead, the

slid

a man with strikingly

kind of guy

broke