A/N: Hey! Sorry about the wait, although it could have been worse! Been working on some short stories recently that have been taking up some time. But naturally this is a huge priority! Many thanks to Nne for the review!
Anyway enough chit-chat, let's move on shall we?
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'Pull over!' I screamed over the noise of the traffic and rain. The driver was speeding furiously fast now. Rain and glass fell in between my eyelashes – making my view of the driver a faceted one. I threw my arms out to his throat and screamed my command again. I felt the car swerve and heard the tires screech viciously as my grip tightened. As the car skidded across the road, my body was thrown on top of the driver by the force of the turn. I tried to lift myself up but my exhausted strength was useless, so all I could do was wait for the car to stop.
It eventually did as I felt the inevitable crash of a wall next to us. I heard a shout of pain from the driver as I realised that my arm had slipped from its position and was now firmly pressed against his throat.
I thought fast, before the driver could react, and pulled myself up from him. I felt a gun on his lap and grabbed it before he could reach for it and pointed it squarely at his head. He stopped moving, and the two of us sat panting in silence…
I regained my composure and brushed the glass from my eyes. They made small cuts on my face but given the pain I had just experienced – it was nothing. I now had a view of the driver. He was extremely muscular with harsh features, with that familiar red stripe over his shoulder and dark glasses. I knocked the latter off with my free hand so I could look at him in the eyes. I half expected a nervous eye to meet his smile but I saw only confident smiling eyes, like I was the one who the gun was being held at.
"What are you smiling at?!" I shouted, pushing the gun further in his direction, my teeth bared.
The driver laughed and spoke in a snarl…
"You think it was that easy do you? That was only the beginning. You are going to pay for what you did. There is no escape. You will be tortured until your last breath."
My arm holding the Uzi shook as he spoke. I tried to restrain it, but it seemed almost independent from my reassurance. He continued in a lower voice.
"Go ahead, kill me. But you better do it quickly. There are more on their way."
I didn't doubt him for a second, but I didn't want any more blood on my hands. I reached over to his car door and pushed it open. He registered a look of confusion and then shock as I pushed him out of the car. He let out a groan as he fell out on to the pavement. I moved myself over to the driver's seat and slammed the door. I could still hear the driver sniggering – whether it was from outside or in my head, I couldn't be sure.
I slammed the pedal down and felt the jolt of the sports car beneath my touch. I had to concentrate now. Where to go? What to do? Where could I hide?
With a painful realisation I remembered that the search for Fingers' killer wasn't over, and I still had no leads – only that it was high up.
"Doesn't mean anything," I thought, "I don't care who it is. I need my revenge."
I knew I couldn't do anything until I was in a safe place and could think. I hated her and I knew that she was the last person I needed to see – but she would no more about Fingers' possible killer than anyone. I breathed a heavy sigh and relentlessly swung the car around to go back through Downtown, back to 3rd Street and back to Gretchen.