Lyndon cast a brief glance her way, wordlessly decelerating, steering to the roadside.

Brian's car zoomed by Lyndon's, halting ahead of them.

Emerging from his vehicle, Brian's expression was frigid, his stance rigid, enveloped in an aura of gloom.

He shut his door with a resounding thud, as if gearing up for confrontation.

Rosalynn's heart raced despite her cautioning him.