Angelica Chappell’s story made huge headlines. Only a few
months ago, she released a new pharmaceutical drug called
Krytonix that effectively slows the spread of cancer cells. She
had no idea her story would attract the attention of a serial killer.
Suddenly, she is a target whether she realizes it or not. This
killer is interested in more than her life. He wants her reputation,
too. His first mission is to sabotage Krytonix.

William Pierce worked undercover for the FBI for five years to
bring down a ruthless mobster that he ultimately is forced to kill.
Two months have passed by since that assignment. Still, William
saw things he can’t talk about. He did things he can’t talk about.
He believes his soul is damned. Returning to “normal” everyday
life isn’t an option. He isn’t the same man he used to be. He
refuses to return to FBI headquarters, and instead, becomes a
rogue agent with an agenda.

When Pierce's agenda leads him to Chappell, it will take both of
them to keep Angelica alive and figure out who is after her.
William soon finds himself developing feelings for Angelica. Too
bad for her killer, William worked as a trained hit-man for the
mob. Will he find her killer and hand him over to the legal system
to see that justice is served, or will he search and destroy?
She wished he would leave her alone. She even considered putting up the
optional privacy window between the front and back of the car. Of course she
wasn’t okay. Didn’t he understand just how serious this situation was?

“Want me to turn the radio to that funky station you like?”

The “funky” music he referred to was a hip-hop channel that played a combination
of some rock, some rhythm and blues, and a bit of rap. It was actually the most
listened to station of the area. It was also Patrick’s favorite. The old man had odd
tastes. One of her grandfather’s rules was that the station had to be turned off, or
tuned into a classical station unless otherwise requested by the passenger. That
rule applied to Chappell family or guests. Patrick was asking if she wanted that
music so he could listen to what he really wanted to. She wondered if he knew she
was onto his little deception.

“Sure,” she said.

“Here you go.”

A new Justin Timberlake song filled the car. It didn’t help Angelica to relax. Her
chest burned with stress and fear. The air she breathed actually hurt. Her life as
she knew it could be over.

After another couple of minutes, Patrick tried again to start a conversation. “This
will blow over, honey. Trust me. Everything does. People aren’t going to blame
you. Everybody loves you.”

He was so wrong on so many levels. The public would want someone to blame and
she would get that honor. She would be crucified. She expected that reaction and
it was justifiable. She knew the burden was hers. Truth be told, she didn’t care
what people thought and never had. Why should she? She never saw anyone
outside of the lab anyway. She didn’t care if people hated her because of Krytonix.
She did care that people were going to die because of her drug. It was her failure.
It was her responsibility to figure out what was wrong. People’s lives were on the
line. She accepted that accountability.

“Oh shit. Hang on.”

The hair on Angelica’s neck stood up when she heard the panic in Patrick’s
statement. Her stomach nosedived to her feet and returned in utter turmoil. Her
eyes darted to the road to find the source of the problem. They were close to
home, a quiet part of town where tourists didn’t venture and traffic was far less
dense. The road was curvy, leading to a steep grade to the top of a deserted
hillside that held the Chappell Mansion.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Patrick said again.

They were traveling much too fast for the winding road, even heading uphill.
Patrick was wildly stomping on the brake, but nothing was happening. The car
continued to accelerate as if he held the gas to the floor. He fought for control of
the steering wheel, but it looked as if it simply rotated round and round with the
ease of an arcade game. Patrick’s face was flushed bright crimson and sweating,
his eyes wide and glazed.

“Do something!” Angelica cried in desperation, torn between shock and fear.

It was obvious Patrick was doing his best. The sharp curve before them would be
upon them in seconds, and unless some kind of miracle intervened, they were
going straight ahead—over a sand dune and into the ocean.

Angelica grabbed onto the seat and held as tightly as she could. The car
continued to accelerate. Everything seemed loud. Patrick was groaning. The radio
was blasting. The roar of the tires was like drums beating a tune of anticipation.

In the last second, when all possible hope of rescue was gone, Patrick screamed.
Angelica dipped her head in her lap and closed her eyes. The Lord’s Prayer was
on her lips when she felt the car lurch into the air and plummet into empty space.
Predetermined Endings
Destiny Booze
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