17
Slade
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“We’re here,” I told the girls, waking them up.
“Cool,” said Melody, yawning.
“Is that our plane?” asked Chelsey, pointing.
I looked at the plane that was parked outside of the hangar. It was a large Gulfstream. We’d taken one similar to it on the way out here. “I think so.”
As I parked the car in the lot, my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway as I got out of the car. “Hello?”
“Are we having fun yet?” asked a voice that I recognized as Faye Dunbar’s. She sounded amused.
“No, but obviously you are,” I replied coldly. “What is this, a game to you?”
She chuckled. “Oh, Slade. Although I do love a good game of cat-and-mouse, I am not playing with any of you.”
“So, in other words, you’re just trying to kill us.”
Liam looked at me
