Chapter 149: Natasha Cutmore

Salvatore Casson didn't have time to think. He shoved the door open and sprinted over, tracking the falling rocks as he reached the wrecked car. He yanked the rear door open. A woman in her twenties sat in the backseat, blood running down her forehead. Her face was twisted with pain. Beside her was a baby safety seat, and inside it a little boy about a year old wailed at the top of his lungs. Thankfully, the child wasn't hurt. He was only scared. Bang, bang, bang! A storm of gravel hammered the...