I brought the power bike to a halt, seeing the huge traffic jam before me. I needed to get to the scientist before he had the opportunity to slip away.
And even if he ended up in jail, I still needed to question him about my mother and her whereabouts. I found it hard to believe that she was gone, especially after seeing all the evidence suggesting otherwise. It had barely been eighty hours since I woke up from a coma, and although I claimed to be fine, deep down, I knew I still needed time to get back on my feet but time itself wasn't on my side.
I gripped the handlebars of the power bike, the engine growling like a caged beast beneath me. The wind clawed at the edges of my gown as I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing, focused solely on the sliver of space between the cars ahead. The traffic was a blur of metal and headlights, but hesitation wasn't an option today.
