Chapter 16: Louis, the Frog in the Well

It was rush hour. The streets were packed with cars and people, but the traffic didn't slow Otto Nicholson down. What should have been an hour-long drive took him only fifteen minutes. He parked, cut the engine, and turned to look at Nala Jameson. Her face was chalk white. "Are you feeling sick?" he asked, puzzled. "You drove that fast. How could I possibly feel fine?" Nala snapped. The speed limit was eighty, and he'd barreled along at one-eighty. It felt like she'd just spent fifteen minutes...