The first person she called was Quentin Grant. She dialed twice, but no one answered. The third time, the call was clearly rejected.
With almost no hesitation, she dialed Leon Lynch's number.
When the call connected, she could no longer control her emotions and screamed, breaking down completely.
"Leon!"
Leon Lynch was just finishing his meal. Hearing her voice, he shot to his feet. "Nora, what's wrong?"
"Leon! Help me! Help me! Please, help me!" Her hand could barely grip the phone, trembling so hard it felt like it would fall.
"Where are you?! Tell me. Don't panic."
"I'm at—" She looked around. "I'm at the East Gate! Hurry! The car is out of control, and I'm trapped inside— Help me! AAAAAAHHH!!"
Leon Lynch bolted out of the Lynch Family home.
Mrs. Lynch shouted from behind him, "Leon! Where are you going!"
But he was running too fast to answer.
His car roared to life and shot off like a rocket.
