After two years behind the wheel, Cleo had seen it all—from drunken passengers at 3 a.m. to families barely catching their flights. Now eight months pregnant, she was still working nights, her aching back and swollen ankles a daily reminder of how much she needed every paycheck. Her only comfort came from Chester, her orange tabby cat waiting at home. But on a cold, rainy November night, Cleo’s life veered off course.
She spotted a disheveled man stumbling along the shoulder of 42nd Street, clearly injured and terrified. Despite every instinct telling her to keep driving, something in his eyes made her stop. When he climbed into her cab, chased by unknown pursuers, Cleo found herself in a high-speed escape through back alleys and forgotten shortcuts. She didn’t know who he was—or why people were hunting him—but by the time she dropped him at the hospital, one thing was clear: she’d just stepped into something far bigger than she realized…