He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 797

The thought of her bleeding out in some gutter was driving him insane.

Julian tore down the coastal road the boy had pointed to, but the streets were totally abandoned.

Just as he was about to lose his mind, his phone rang. It was Zachary.

"Julian, she was taken to the dam near the estuary!"

Zachary had hacked into the local traffic grids and pulled the surveillance footage, successfully tracking the car's movements. He instantly pinged the coordinates to Julian's phone.

Julian glanced at the grainy video feed—a man in black dragging a woman out of a sedan and pulling her toward the towering concrete ledge.

With a hard location, his mind snapped into lethal focus.

He slammed on the gas, rocketing toward the dam.

Sure enough, about five hundred yards out, he spotted two blurry silhouettes at the absolute edge of the structure.

The drop was over a hundred and fifty feet.

Below them, millions of gallons of water churned violently as the river violently merged with the sea. If she was pushed, there wouldn't even be a body left to recover.

Julian's heart stopped.

Knowing the roar of the engine might trigger the bastard to push her, Julian killed the lights and engine, coasting to a silent stop.

He sprinted toward the structure, forcing his chaotic breathing to slow. He quieted his footsteps, stalking toward them like a ghost, inching closer with every second.

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