I was woken by voices.
"Whoa, look at that white Cadillac!"
"Crazy, it's almost chasing the high-speed train!"
"What's going on, is some big shot chasing their wife?"
I followed their pointing fingers.
My heart skipped a beat.
I knew that car all too well.
It was Simon Howe’s.
At that moment, an unfamiliar local number called.
I answered.
I...