Desperate Measures

Luc drove faster, glancing occasionally at the rearview mirror and scanning the area. He was looking for a clinic where he could get Leona treated.

Leona’s pale face made Luc even more anxious. The car sped through the increasingly deserted city streets. The clock showed 11:40 PM.

“Just a little longer, Miss,” Luc murmured.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small clinic on the