The rain soon began to fall—heavy, relentless sheets pounding against the asphalt. The street darkened rapidly despite the faint glow of a few struggling streetlights, their reflections stretching like broken mirrors across the wet road.
Josh drove at reckless speed, tires splashing violently through puddles as rain hammered against the windshield. Beside him, Sabe sat stiffly, his gaze fixed on the blurred shapes of passing cars beyond the glass. His jaw was clenched, his expression dark, calculating.
"He told people at the hospital that he was traveling with his wife and daughter," Sabe said coldly, anger simmering beneath his voice. "Even if they're still alive, we kill him first and say it was an accident."
Josh kept his eyes on the road, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
"If he's decided to be useless, then he has no right to blame me," Sabe continued. "Once he's dead, we'll find another worker in the pharmacy department to take the fall."
Josh nodded quickly.
