GoodReadChapter 1926 The police promptly provided her with a laptop.
After sitting down, Hannah began typing, accessing the Dark Web.
Her fingers moved rapidly, causing various screens to flicker quickly, making it hard for the onlookers to keep up.
Despite Ryleigh's lack of intelligence, she wasn't entirely foolish.
If she planned to flee, she wouldn't have used a standard flight.
"There it is," Hannah said, hitting the final key, which caused a display of flight information to pop up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Her flight leaves at three this afternoon, headed to New Zealand from Valmere.
Hannah turned to the officer and asked, "The plane departs in less than half an hour.
Can we intercept her in time?" "There's a faster route to the airport.
Let's go now!" the officer replied.
"Got it," Hannah agreed.
"I'll drive so that we'll be quicker.
They opted not to use a police vehicle, instead jumping into the car that Hannah and Dotson had driven to the station.
Library Hannah took the wheel with Dotson beside her while the three officers squeezed into the back. Looking hesitant, one of the officers asked, "Miss Moore, is it really proper for you to drive?" Before he could finish, Hannah floored the gas pedal.
"Just givedirections.
" "Okay..." the officer muttered as the car shot forward like a bullet.
The officer in the middle of the back seat was jolted backward, clutching his seat tightly.
The other two braced themselves against the sudden acceleration.
The speed at which the car was moving rendered them speechless.
Hannah remained calm, skillfully maneuvering through traffic with increasing speed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Miss... Miss Moore, follow our directions... there's no rush... we won't be late," one of the officers stuttered.
With an unwavering expression, Hannah shifted gears and veered through an empty lane.
"Hold tight.
We'll reach the airport safely and on time.
"1
Her tone left no room for argument, and the three officers fell silent, m daring not to protest.
Thanks to Hannah's top-class driving skills, a journey that should haven taken half an hour took just ten En.
minutes! Pulling up steadily outside the terminal, she checked her phone and frowned slightly.
"Still took ten minutes.
How on earth was I so slow?"
Instantly, the officers scrambled out of the car, rushing to the nearest trash binto vomit.
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