Andrea sped up and swerved her car through the traffic. Pierson, in the larger vehicle, struggled to keep up. Andrea kept her eye on the rear-view mirror and watched as he fell further and further behind.
Throughout the chase, Katy sat still and quietly hummed to herself. Andrea said nothing to disturb her passenger, but worried about the extent of her injuries.
Once they managed to ditch their pursuer, Andrea headed directly for the hospital. When they arrived, she got out of the driver’s seat and hurried around to help Katy out.
“I think we lost him,” Andrea told her.
“Yes,” said Katy.
“I didn’t think they’d be so brazen about chasing you down,” said Andrea as she gently helped Katy up and toward the emergency room door.
“Yes,” said Katy again.
“We’ll get the doctors to check you out, and then we’ll see Charles Franklin. He’s my employer.”
“Yes,” said Katy. She took three steps from the car, then wavered and fell to her knees.
“Katy!” said Andrea. “Somebody help us!” she yelled toward the building.
Katy looked confusedly at the driver. “Who’s Katy?” she mumbled, before she passed out.
Andrea screamed for assistance. Soon the fallen woman was surrounded by doctors and rushed inside.
Once Katy had been admitted and taken for examination, Andrea hit the speed-dial on her phone.
“It’s me,” she said into the speaker. “We have a huge problem.”
She listened carefully to the instructions from the other end of the line, then replied.
“I’ve got it. I’ll go to Plan B.”
To be continued…