“Before they could reach him, his car flew over a guardrail into the river. They’re searching for him now, but it doesn’t look good.”
I’m hit with panic. “You’re talking about Ethan?”
He looks from Ansel to me. He catches sight of my arm and pauses. Then he nods.
Ansel watches me, almost helplessly, as I take off out of the room. I shove my way past Henry and race down the corridor.
I fly into the chauffeur's office. By luck, he’s nowhere in sight. The light’s on and there’s a full mug of tea, like he just stepped out. I rummage in the drawer where he handed me the car key from for my trip into town. I grab a random one, and then run through the hall to one of the side doors.
The gravel crunches under my feet as I make my way to the line-up of cars. I hit “unloc
