Chapter 65 Race Against Time

• The room spun around as I examined the picture of Chase, maltreated and handcuffed. He makes me shake in my boots, or in my case, my hands trembled so hard carrying the phone almost slipped off my hands. Beside me, Zoe’s face had turned pale.
• “Oh my God,” she said softly. It was seeing everything in a thought-provoking way that I finally blurted out, “What are we going to do?”
• I had to calm myself down or simply try to breathe, for there was no sense in getting hysterical just then; more than anything else, that was what I felt like doing. No, not with Chase’s life on the line and, on top of that, the entire city in danger.