Doctor Blake Mysteries Cars Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry about it, Mel. I’m tracking him. I’ll find him.” I study his face, searching for doubt—but there is none. Only certainty. “You believe me that it wasn’t an accident?” He nods. “Yes. And I’ll find everyone involved. Just focus on getting better.” Something in his tone makes it clear—this isn’t a promise. It’s a vow. I manage a faint smile. “Thank you.” *** A few hours later, we’re in the car. Blake is behind the wheel, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, the other draped on the window frame. He drives like someone who has chased danger and never flinched.