Chapter 4

I slammed the brick into his head, threw on a random old dress I found, and staggered out into the street, frantically waving down a taxi.

"Sir! Please, unlock the door!" I yelled, my voice shaking with panic.

I kept pulling at the door handle, but no matter what I did, it just wouldn't open.

"Sorry, miss, but the Quinn family paid us drivers around here three thousand dollars to steer clear tonight. Hope you get it," the driver said.

"What? Wait! No!" I cried out, panic rising in my chest.

Before I could say another word, the driver floored…