Third-person POV:
At the hotel's entrance...
Luis jumped into the Ferrari and sped off. The engine roared to life, shaking the pavement as the car ripped down the street.
Inside the hotel, Grant took advantage of the confusion. He slipped out of the suite, saw the Ferrari dart away, and narrowed his eyes. His eyes darkened again.
He dove into the waiting black Rolls-Royce and slammed on the accelerator.
Both cars sped down the road.
The Rolls-Royce stayed right behind the Ferrari.
A loud crash echoed through the street.
Grant rammed the front of his Rolls-Royce into the Ferrari's rear. Metal twisted and crumpled. Smoke gushed from the Ferrari's back and the Rolls-Royce's front.
Luis jerked forward, locked his jaw, and threw a glance into the rearview mirror. Their eyes met.
That was it. He lost all patience. He slammed the gas.
Back in the Rolls-Royce, Grant let out a wild, almost deranged laugh.
"You destroyed my life, Luis! If I go down, you're coming with me!"
He rammed him again like a feral beast killing its prey.
Luis gripped the steering wheel and yanked it. The Ferrari swung around in a perfect arc.
Grant couldn't stop in time. The Rolls-Royce skidded and slammed into the overpass guardrail. Flames exploded from the hood.
Sirens screamed in the distance. A fleet of black SUVs arrived almost instantly. Officers jumped out and dragged Grant from the wreckage. His head was bloodied. He was out cold.
...
In the hospital corridor, hurried footsteps echoed.

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