Suzie entered the car, her heart heaving with relief. She hadn't realized how tightly she had been gripping her purse until her fingers started to cramp.
It had happened. The moment she had dreaded for hours had finally come and gone.
It was all over. At least for now.
She had reported Troy to the authorities, and now it was up to them to apprehend him.
And she couldn't wait. Justice was near. It was finally within reach.
"Ready, ma'am?" the driver asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his eyebrows raised slightly in concern.
"Yes," she replied, shifting in the leather seat. Her voice was steadier than she felt.
The engine rumbled to life, and the journey began. Suzie forced herself to breathe, her heart racing.
Three of Richard's cars, full of bodyguards, had followed her to the station, flanking her like she was some important personnel. She appreciated the gesture, even if the added attention made her nerves prickle.
