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Story: Possession
“I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for sure, but I had Vaughn check all the trackers on the cars.”
“Okay?”
“A tracker is moving in Arizona.”
I don’t do any business in Arizona, so there’s only one reason why one of my cars would be there.
I don’t want to even say it.
But the truth is staring both of us in the faces.
“Is it Parker?”
“It’s the same sedan he always drives, the one he used to drop you off at the apartment,” Lars says somberly. “I don’t want to jump to any conclusions as to why, but Parker is in Arizona, but for some reason, I think it may have something to do with Megan.”
“He’s inmycar but not picking up his phone?”
“I know it seems suspicious, but Parker’s a good kid. Maybe he saw Megan getting abducted and is following them on his own.”
“Like fucking Batman, Lars? Yeah, I don’t think so. She called the club and spoke to Christian, scared as fuck, confirming that Fabre has her.”
“I said that he may be following them, not that he’s saved her yet.”
I call Vaughn annoyed with Lars's farfetched theories.
“Hey.”
“Lars told me about the tracker.”
“I wondered what was taking you so long to call me about it.”
I give Lars the side eye.
“Someone got the bright idea to drug me.”
Lars looks away from me in what I hope is remorse, but knowing him, he feels nothing of the sort.
“The good news is that the tracker has stopped moving for about an hour now. It looks like Parker made a stop to eat. It’s the only thing close by in the location the tracker is beaming from. If you haul ass, you should be able to catch up to him.”
“Lars, how long have you been driving?”
“All night, boss. We’re close.”
“Are we even in Arizona?”
I look up at the green highway signs and don’t recognize any of the exit names or route numbers. All I see are mountains in shades of burnt sienna and rust. We could still be in California, or it could well be Arizona. I have no idea.
“We are.”
“Fabre hasn’t called with any sort of terms?” I ask Vaughn.
“Nothing.”
I tap my foot, frustrated with this whole scenario.
“How’s Lena?”
“She’s holding up okay. Obviously, she’s worried about Megan and you, but she’s been coming to work and keeping busy.”
“Okay?”
“A tracker is moving in Arizona.”
I don’t do any business in Arizona, so there’s only one reason why one of my cars would be there.
I don’t want to even say it.
But the truth is staring both of us in the faces.
“Is it Parker?”
“It’s the same sedan he always drives, the one he used to drop you off at the apartment,” Lars says somberly. “I don’t want to jump to any conclusions as to why, but Parker is in Arizona, but for some reason, I think it may have something to do with Megan.”
“He’s inmycar but not picking up his phone?”
“I know it seems suspicious, but Parker’s a good kid. Maybe he saw Megan getting abducted and is following them on his own.”
“Like fucking Batman, Lars? Yeah, I don’t think so. She called the club and spoke to Christian, scared as fuck, confirming that Fabre has her.”
“I said that he may be following them, not that he’s saved her yet.”
I call Vaughn annoyed with Lars's farfetched theories.
“Hey.”
“Lars told me about the tracker.”
“I wondered what was taking you so long to call me about it.”
I give Lars the side eye.
“Someone got the bright idea to drug me.”
Lars looks away from me in what I hope is remorse, but knowing him, he feels nothing of the sort.
“The good news is that the tracker has stopped moving for about an hour now. It looks like Parker made a stop to eat. It’s the only thing close by in the location the tracker is beaming from. If you haul ass, you should be able to catch up to him.”
“Lars, how long have you been driving?”
“All night, boss. We’re close.”
“Are we even in Arizona?”
I look up at the green highway signs and don’t recognize any of the exit names or route numbers. All I see are mountains in shades of burnt sienna and rust. We could still be in California, or it could well be Arizona. I have no idea.
“We are.”
“Fabre hasn’t called with any sort of terms?” I ask Vaughn.
“Nothing.”
I tap my foot, frustrated with this whole scenario.
“How’s Lena?”
“She’s holding up okay. Obviously, she’s worried about Megan and you, but she’s been coming to work and keeping busy.”
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