Maybe it was karma.

Gaara was not the sort to believe in such things, yet he found himself thinking it as he slammed his foot on the gas and drove his Range Rover recklessly down the highway. Since leaving Esther in class earlier, everything had gone sour. He tripped over small misfortunes, and the man he was hunting had vanished without a trace. He had paid people to watch him, but the filthy rat had slipped away before Gaara could break his nose.

Nol, the man he trusted, suddenly grew ...