Kelvin sat alone in the dim light of his hotel room, the glow of his laptop screen casting sharp shadows across his face.

The grainy footage played repeatedly—an eerie replay of the night that had nearly cost him everything.

A night that he'll forever regret. The moment the car swerved, the sudden crash and his own struggle to stay conscious so he could save Max.

His hands trembled slightly as he zoomed in on the frames where the attackers moved swiftly, their faces were obscured somewhat.

He needed answers and fast. He had to find out who was behind the hit, and why? What would one want with a kid...