Chapter 45

• The police sirens were blaring all over the street intersection. There had been an accident. Denzel had managed to swerve out of the way from a drunk driver who was driving in the wrong lane, with the police chasing him down.
• “That was close.” Denzel said, letting out a loud sigh.
• A sedan pulled up behind him, and Stan emerged from it, walking hurriedly towards Denzel and knocking off his windshield, obviously pissed off.