138: All Hell Loose

Fenella’s POV

"Who? Are you sure you didn't read it wrong?”

Jessy was still speeding down the road, maneuvering sharply to avoid other vehicles. He also drove through alleys and side streets to avoid the city’s traffic in New York.

I repeatedly checked and read the document Laird had sent me. Reading a document on my phone while in a recklessly speeding vehicle was a bad idea. My head started throbbing, compounded by the movement of the car.

I reflexively gagged from nausea but managed to hold back from actually vomiting. I briefly opened the car's dashboard, grabbed a small plastic bag from it, and covered my mouth before finally throwing up.

“Sorry,” I said, wiping my mouth with a tissue after my stomach calmed down.

“Are you okay? Maybe we should stop for a moment and take it easy,” Jessy suggested as he slowed the car down.

“No! Keep going, Jessy. We have to stop Laird from going too far.”

“Alright. But you need to stop reading that document. Reading it over and over won’t change