Unexpectedly, Kara pulled the car door handle on the front passenger side. Frank stared wide-eyed. He didn't dare move.

Because the car was locked, Kara knocked on the window. Frank's heart skipped a beat like it was going to burst out of his throat. The tension within him now was much greater compared to when he faced the assassin.

"Jeremy, I know you're in there. Please open it. I really need your help."

Frank broke into a cold sweat. His brows furrowed. 'Should I just go?'

His hand went up ...