Chase stood precariously on his crutches, Jordan’s car screeched to a halt in front of the police station, and he leapt out, his eyes fixed on Chase’s frail form leaning on crutches. Surprise and concern etched on his face, he rushed towards his friend.
“Chase, what the hell? You’re supposed to be in the hospital, recovering from the accident!” Jordan exclaimed, his voice laced with worry.
Chase’s eyes blazed with urgency.
“No questions, Jordan. Just drive me. I need to find Monica, and she is probably on her way to Ariel’s penthouse.”
Jordan’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t argue. He could see the desperation in Chase’s eyes and knew better than to push him. He nodded and gestured towards the car.
As they drove, Chase’s eyes fixed on the road ahead, his mind racing with thoughts of Mo
