Book 4: The Tattooed Killer with Killer Looks

Sydney's POV

Driving southeast, I followed the W. Sunset Blvd. blindly, with no destination in mind. My only goal now was to get far away from my home in the picturesque Pacific Palisades. Keeping a watch in the rear-view mirror, I drove on towards Long Beach. Although it was unlikely that Louis would follow me, I had to be cautious. My custom-built red Land Rover could be recognized even in the darkness. 

I regretted the impulsive decision to take my car. How would I hide with it? My dad would track me down easily. How stupid could I be? 

My body longed to curl up in a warm bed and rest. But I couldn’t give in to the temptation. Although there were many hotels in the vicinity, I didn’t stop at Long Beach. My throat felt parched as I drove down the San Diego Freeway. There were so many pubs on the way to Carlsbad, but I avoided them. My car would be a sure giveaway to my presence. Steering the car off the freeway, I drove towards the beac