Chapter 101: Saving Lana
As the Maserati MC20 roared down the empty highway, I flicked my cigarette out of the window, my thoughts shifting to the next target.
Lana.
Kayla's childhood friend.
She was suffering from the same disease Kayla once had. And if the original story played out the same way, then Abigail would eventually find out about her—and use her as a bargaining chip against me.
Tch. Not happening.
I exhaled slowly, my grip tightening on the wheel.
"Before Abigail even gets the chance to find out about her, I'll make sure to hide her like I did with Kayla."
I reached into my jacket, pulling out my phone. With a flick of my thumb, I called George.
He picked up instantly.
"Samuel?" His voice was calm but alert.
"I need a location," I said smoothly. "Lana. Where is she right now?"