Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 902

Hearing this, Thatch nearly lost his mind.

“Dad, when did our security get so sloppy?” He urged frantically, “The phones can’t be broken too! I don’t have my phone. Dad, call Haskell and tell him to figure something out! What if we all die here?”

Zoltan patted his own pockets and his face darkened. “...My phone isn’t on me.”

Thatch was truly going insane. “Who forgets their phone these days?”

Fraser became more convinced that Zoltan was doing this on purpose. He glanced at the speedometer. They were going just under 70. If they crashed, they might not die. But he had no idea if Solomon had a backup plan in place to ensure Sire’s success.

At that moment, Thatch shouted, “Look out, red light! The security cars are slowing down! Dodge them!”

To avoid hitting the car in front, the butler yanked the steering wheel, swerving into the right-turn lane and running the red light.

But running the light forced him to dodge other vehicles, and without the ability to slow down, he had to accelerate. The car shot up to nearly 100 miles per hour. This was no longer a safe speed.

As the security cars fell further and further behind, Solomon’s heart began to race. He noticed a car in the distance that seemed to be following them, waiting for the right moment to ram them.

This couldn’t continue. If it did, everyone in the car would die.

“Dad, you have to think of something! If we keep going like this, we’re all going to die!” Thatch’s voice was filled with terror and despair. Watching the car hurtle forward with no signs of stopping, he felt his heart was about to burst.

The butler repeated at the top of his lungs, “Mr. Haskell, our brakes are shot!”

Haskell frowned, but just as he was about to ask another question, his phone rang. He quickly pulled it out and saw it was a call from Rigby. He answered and put it on speaker.

“Bro, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have hidden this from you,” Rigby’s panicked voice came through the phone. “Sire has always believed Grandpa killed our mother, so he’s been planning his revenge. He tampered with the car Grandpa was supposed to pick me up in.”

Haskell’s face hardened. “It’s too late. I’m trying to figure out how to stop Grandpa’s car right now. I don’t know if we’ll succeed.”

But Rigby’s next words were even more explosive: “That’s not all! Sire also planted a bomb on the car’s chassis. The car will explode the second he presses the switch!”