It was about a forty-minute drive normally to reach the nearest Habanero’s from San Luis. As they joined the interstate, however, and Alphonse started to put the car through its paces, Jonathan watched as the prediction ticked down minute by minute.

Strangely, however, he felt more sure of his safety than when Dr. Page had driven him to his remote mansion.

‘And look how right that instinct was…’ he thought, watching Alphonse deftly maneuver the sports car ...