CHAPTER TEN
When the car door closed, Elliott got the driver to pass him a mask. “You’ll need to wear this. It’s part of the festivities. The one Dane gave you was for the men.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, not putting it on.
“To a party on a cruise, just outside San Francisco,” he answered, motioning to the mask.
“I can’t do that,” I said. “Tell them to take me home.”
“If you haven’t noticed, there are people with guns,” he said. “We don’t show up, we’re all in trouble.”
My mouth dropped open. “But—”
“No more questions.” He pointed to the window divider between us and the driver. “As soon as we can, you’ll be on the first flight back home.”
I followed Elliott’s lead and stopped speaking. We arrived at an airfield and parked with the other limos then waited with a few men and wom
