He dragged her towards the bathroom, his heart pounding as he scanned the area, hoping Chelsea was crouching down to examine another plant.As he cleared the office, he spotted the back gate wide open.
There was the unmistakable engine roar of a sports car.
Fuck.
Ethan dropped Mila’s hand and sprinted to the gate in time to see the black Porsche turn the corner, heading for the highway.
Johann.
He spun around.“Car!”he yelled to Mila, who jolted and sped back the way they came.He dug his phone out of his pocket and dialled Dobby.
“You need—”
“Johann has Chelsea,” Ethan interrupted.
“Mila?”
“Safe.”He scanned the highway and spotted the Porsche drive by.“Black Porsche heading south on the highway.En route to car.”
“We’ll head north now.”
Good.He caught up with Mila, who tossed him his car keys.Darren was back on his feet, but Ethan didn’t care.The police could deal with him.
Behind him Mila yelled, “We’ll be back for the plants.”
Ethan leapt into his car and waited only long enough for Mila to jump in before tearing out of the car park.
In the distance, the Porsche rounded a corner and drove out of view.“He’s left town, still heading south.”
“Roger,” Dobby replied through the car speaker.“We’ve cleared Honeybrook.”
Ethan pressed the accelerator to the floor as he shifted through the gears.Next to him, Mila was calling the police.
There wasn’t anything they could do.He had to catch up before Johann hurt Chelsea.
Maybe he already had.
He should have let Darren run.It was a rookie mistake.Protect the target always.
Why hadn’t Chelsea stayed inside?
Ethan clenched the steering wheel and went around the bend.Up ahead in the distance was the Porsche.
Twenty-five kilometres between here and Honeybrook, and only a few roads where Johann could turn, but he was pulling away.His Porsche had a lot more horsepower than Ethan’s four-wheel drive.
The car disappeared around another bend.“Lost eyes,” he reported.
“The operator contacted Josh,” Mila said.“He’s on his way.”
Ethan nodded but kept his eyes on the road.Up ahead, a car towed a caravan slowly.He switched lanes to pass it, only to face a truck.He swore, slamming on the brakes, and moved back into his lane.
“Don’t you have an accident with Mila in the car,” Dobby said.
Ethan didn’t answer, his heart pounding.
The truck roared past with a loud honk of its horn and Ethan shifted again, but there were several more cars coming towards him.
“Fucking caravans.”There had to be an overtaking lane soon.
