He’s the captain of criminal investigations. Cold, harsh, used to trusting only facts. I’m a witness who has seen too much.
We met by chance. But now we’re bound by a common goal—to survive.
“Who’s hunting you?”
“People who are used to solving issues radically…”
I turn away, hiding the tremor. I’m scared like never before.
“You want me to believe you?” the captain asks, not taking his eyes off me—like a predator studying prey.
“No. Just don’t give me up.”
“I don’t give up those who tell the truth.”
The words sound too even, yet they carry some secret meaning—too dangerous to simply brush off.
“And what if I’m lying?” I squeeze out, nervously swallowing.
“Then saving you is pointless,” he smirks crookedly and sharply presses the gas.
Now I’m being hunted. And I have to believe that this man isn’t in on it with them. But what if I’m wrong? What if this is a cruel game? Every step on the snow could be the last—for me, for him, or for both of us.