The man in the back seat closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard him.
Alexander Winslow glanced at Summer Sutton outside the window, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I wonder, why does it seem like she's coming for you?"
The man behind still ignored his words.
Alexander Winslow turned his face slightly to look at him, voicing the confusion in his heart, "Do you know her?"
The man wearing a mask hadn't answered yet, and Alexander Winslow shook his head, dismissing the thought, "No, no. We met in Northern Ireland, and this is back home, two people so far apart—how could they have any connection?"
Summer Sutton wasn't chasing him or the man in the back seat. Alexander thought he guessed wrong and focused back on driving.
Summer Sutton was still running in this direction, stumbling as she ran, falling several times in the process.
The road was so hard that when she fell, even pedestrians felt pain for her.
