Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 786

A flicker of alarm shot through Clara as she spun on her heel and headed straight for her car.

She’d barely been on the road ten minutes before she caught sight of not one, but several cars tailing her in the rearview mirror—just as she’d suspected.

The old lady’s funeral was over, Dylan had already forgotten about her again, and now, in the old man’s eyes, there was nothing holding him back. He could do whatever he wanted.

Clara’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, her eyes fixed ahead, calm but alert.

There was no way the old man hadn’t gone all out this time. Escaping wouldn’t be a walk in the park.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Charles.

He answered, his voice still heavy with sleep. “What’s up?”

“Charlie, I need you to track my location and come pick me up. Now.”

Charles woke up instantly. He didn’t waste time asking questions—just grabbed his jacket and was out the door.

Clara watched the city blur past, buildings and streetlights melting away behind her. Maybe it was her nerves, but she swore she could hear the tick-tock of a clock somewhere, counting down.

Her heart skipped. Just then, her car rolled onto a bridge. She took a deep breath, yanked open the door, and went for it.

Right before the car smashed through the guardrail, she pulled a sharp turn, and in that split second, dove off the bridge.

Water closed over her head, cold and overwhelming. Even before she surfaced, she heard the explosion echoing above.

The cars following her had never tried to overtake, never tried to box her in. Their plan was obvious now—they just needed her to stay in the car. The bomb must have been planted last night.

She didn’t dare come up for air. Instead, she let the current pull her along, swimming downstream as fast as her strength allowed.

She had no idea how long she fought the water before finally dragging herself onto the riverbank, shivering and gasping for breath.

Spring nights were still cold; the water made it worse. Clara wiped the droplets off her face, didn’t dare rest, and hurried toward the road.

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