#Chapter36 PSYCHOPATH
/"No. Don’t,/" I shouted at Ryder, to stop him from pulling the trigger. But unfortunately, the person in the driver seat turned with a gun in his right hand. He easily managed to pull the trigger while driving the taxi. Nobody expected this to happen.
/"Ryder,/" I shouted in fear, afraid that the bullet may hit him. But Ryder dodged, got down in a flash of a minute. The glass behind us in the taxi shattered with a loud noise. I’m too shocked to safeguard my life. I don’t even need to call him a driver. He’s a murderer and one of Patrick’s workers I think.
/"Get down, Emily,/" I heard Ryder’s voice as Jason pulled me down below the seat. I got hold of Jason when I heard another glass shattering noise. Somehow, I can sense that the car is nearly out of control.