Andrew sat in Ryan's Porsche 911, the car darting through the smooth road like an arrow.

Though Andrew appeared calm, Ryan sensed something was amiss.

His breathing was clearly uneven, his palms clenched into fists, and the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged, cold sweat slowly trickling down his forehead.

"Feeling unwell?" Ryan asked with concern.

"Zoe put something in my tea," Andrew hoarsely replied.

"What did she add?" Ryan inquired.

"The same medicine you put in my drink last time," ...