When Max heard Joe's scream, something inside him dropped, heavy and fast, sinking straight into the pit of his stomach.
His vision started to blur.
But it wasn't from pain.
It was the storm of emotions crashing through his chest, panic, fear, dread, all clawing at him from the inside, telling him he didn't want to see what he was about to see.
But he had no choice.
With a shaky breath, Max forced himself to move, planting both feet firmly on the ground. Aside from a few torn holes in his trousers and scuff marks on his uniform, he was fine.
Physically, anyway.
He turned his head slowly.
In the distance, he caught a glimpse of the car speeding away. A black vehicle with a green license plate, and just before it disappeared around the corner, Max saw the first letter.
A.
It wasn't much. But it might be enough.
'Green license plate… black body… starts with A,' Max thought, his gaze scanning the area. 'That should narrow things down. And since we're on a public road…'
