Chapter 120 What If

The highway was so dark. It felt like the world disappeared beyond the headlights as three SUVs moved toward the airport in tight formation. Madison sat alone in the SUV in the middle of the convoy, wedged between the other two. She had turned away everyone who had tried to ride in the back with her, so it was just her and the driver, Andrew Howell, with Joyce up front in the passenger seat. The air felt heavy and still. Madison wasn't bothered. She stared out the window, her brain cycling through every possible move. She mapped out every scenario she could think of and decided to go through with it. "Joyce," she said. When Joyce turned her head from the passenger seat, Madison shot out a hand, grabbed her by the collar, and yanked her close. A cold glint flickered as Madison drove a syringe of anesthetic into the side of Joyce's neck. It happened too fast to process. Even when Joyce realized what was going on and tried to fight back, it was already over. Afraid that one dose