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If they’ve hurt my sister, they’ll die the most horrible death imaginable. Eviscerated — trailing blood and intestines as they crawl away, sobbing and begging me to end their miserable existence. Think I’m only a woman? They won’t make that mistake twice.

No one messes with my sister.

I squint through the snow pelting the windshield as the car races into the evening. Neon and super bright ad billboards light up the overcast sky, flashing their irritating loops of must-buy products. A glowing, digital expressway sign flashes into view on a gantry above the road. I glance at the satnav projected onto the Head Up Display on the windshield. Still fifteen minutes from where Tania is holed up. My pulse pounds. If she’s been hurt...

The car slips on black ice as it exits the expressway, decelerating in a rapid, jarring braking maneuver down a steep ramp. I’d never trust myself driving in this weather, but the autopilot has it dialed in. At the bottom, the car turns sharply onto a surface street, slamming me into the driver’s door. I bite my lip. Shit, I hope the damn autopilot has control! The tires slip and fight for grip on the unsalted, snow-covered road. Isolated, feeble streetlights fail to penetrate the gloom, and the car’s headlights merely illuminate a swirl of sparkling snowflakes. It’s going to be a full-on blizzard by midnight.

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