Chapter 5

The bridge was jammed like one giant parking lot. I crawled through traffic, scanning the lanes like radar for Charlotte's white Maserati, and finally spotted it not far ahead.

I pulled over in the emergency lane, took the risk of getting a ticket, got out, and walked toward her car. I knocked on the window, and it slowly rolled down to reveal Charlotte's cool, beautiful face.

When she saw me, she was clearly taken aback. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"Coming to pick up my lost wife and take her home." I leaned…