Ivan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He blinked, then looked back at the woman.
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Sure enough, it was Rachel; just as he’d thought. From what he could tell, she was standing on the side of the road talking to someone on the phone.
Ivan looked back at Victor and chewed nervously on his lip. He didn’t know if he should wake him and tell him that Rachel was standing right across the street from them.
Before he could even make a decision, Victor slowly opened his eyes.
“What?” he asked in a grumbling, sleep-fogged voice. It appeared as if the weight of Ivan’s stare had woken him.
“Mr. Sullivan,” Ivan said and then hesitated. He stared at Victor for a moment then continued, “I… I saw Miss Bennet.”
Victor stared at him almost blankly before he said, “Okay.” As he spoke, a cold look came over his face that suggested he had no interest in what Rachel was doing.
Ivan turned around awkwardly and stared out the window again. It had been the wrong decision to say anything.
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Victor settled back into his seat and turned his head so he could look out the window. He could see Rachel standing there, like just another person on the street. Only she stood out from the rest of the crowd. Well, to him anyway.
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He had to wonder who she was on the phone to. She was smiling so gently and happily. It made her face seem soft, innocent… Different from when she’d been with him. She’d always looked angry and aggressive.
The red light flickered off and the green light came on.
The driver put the car into gear and started off along the road again. Victor kept his cold eyes glued to the window, but his expression was relaxed and indifferent. He closed his eyes and was about to look away.
Suddenly, a car horn blared shrilly over the sounds of traffic.
Victor turned his attention back out the window, just in time to see Rachel had been swept up by the crowds and was being pushed into on -coming traffic. The warning hoot had come from the truck that was barreling straight towards her.
Victor’s eyes widened.
Ivan raised his head and turned his attention to the scene unfolding before him. His face went pale with horror. He whipped around in his seat to look at Victor.
“Mr. Sullivan.
But Victor wasn’t there. The backseat was empty. Ivan hadn’t even noticed that he’d got out the car.
The sound of squealing brakes brought him back to his senses. He blinked rapidly and looked out the window in time to see Victor scoop Rachel into his arms and roll her along the ground to safely.
The truck managed to stop; right where Rachel had been standing.
If Victor had been one second too slow, the truck would have hit her.
Ivan threw the car door open and hurried to them. Victor was holding Rachel cradled in his arms, gently brushing her hair out her face, and off the bleeding patch on her forehead. As they’d rolled, she’d hit her head hard enough on a loose stone that she was now unconscious.
“Do you know who was driving that truck?” Victor suddenly asked, pulling himself out the memories of the accident.
“Yes. The truck driver’s name is Tripp Miller. He’s a delivery man for the frozen seafood industry. I believe he was delivering equipment. I’ve cross-examined his bank account and his background.
There is nothing there that suggests he has anything to do with Miss Bennet,”
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