"Right. They're innocent. It's all your fault. But it's funny that you say that now. Did you ever stop to think that I was also innocent when you approached me?"

Barlow gritted his teeth.

“You can do whatever you want with me.

Hurt me, kill me...I don't care. But let them go!"

“Shut the hell up! I make the rules here," Kennedi snapped, her patience wrung dry.

“Now, here's what's going to happen. Either you drive east to Karina or west to Rosalynn. I'll give you thirty minutes. Make up your mind."

With that, a telltale click echoed, signaling the end of the phone call.

"Kennedi!" Barlow roared, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He was holding two lives in his hands. Choosing one of them would be as good as murdering the other.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to sort out his thoughts.

His eyes snapped open after a long moment, his gaze cold and hard.

He started the car and headed west.

He was betting on a minuscule hope that Kennedi was not a complete monster.

She was hurt, and all her actions leading up to this point were simply a way to find release for all her anger.

If his hunch was right, she was next to Karina right now.

She wanted Karina to see his choice and make her hate him.

After all, it was Kennedi's ultimate goal. Her grudge would only be quieted by his suffering.

With how things are right now, the wisest choice would be to save Rosalynn.

Barlow stepped on the gas and sped through the road.