"You make it sound like it's over for us."
"I don't mean to be a bringer of bad news, ma'am, but we might really be in a tight spot."
Observing Denise, I could see worry threatening to claim her heart, and it spoke volumes about how much she trusted Gigs.
The roads of Hutton Town almost never saw traffic in the daytime, and at night, they nearly seemed abandoned.
The emptiness of the night let Gigs push the car to its maximum speed, the engine of the Land Rover roaring as it moved as fast as possible, a police car and a witch behind it.
The police officer had already switched on his lights, and siren cries rang out as he closely pursued us.
"What now?" Denise said as Gigs changed gears, boldening the roar of the engine.
I had thought Denise would become panicked, but she had too easily regained her calm.
"Drive towards the city. They're cautious of acting in public spaces," I told Gigs.
"Will they let us get there?"
"That's a good question."
