James stood alone, watching helplessly as Eleanor's car plummeted off the cliff. His heart clenched with fear, but he refused to believe she was gone. She must be alive. She had to be.
His tall, straight figure was a picture of stoic calm, but deep in his dark, empty eyes, a flicker of sadness emerged. In the chaos that followed, he quietly turned and left. He would find her. Dead or alive, he was going to find Eleanor.
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The sound of sirens soon filled the air as ambulances and police cars arrived at the scene. Reporters swarmed to Pikes Peak, drawn by the dramatic news of a driver plunging off the cliff. Cameras flashed and microphones were thrust forward as the media scrambled to capture the story.
For the spectators, it was an unprecedented event. The "Holy Land for Racing" had never seen such a frenzy.
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