He lifts his head, looking at me straight in the eye. “Where were you?”
“After the car race,” I answer, wanting to help after what I’ve done. I feel terrible now that I’m faced with their version of what happened. “It took some time, Jordan raced, but I can’t tell you where it is even if I wanted to. It was under a bridge, in some abandoned place. There were grey buildings but I don’t know much more.”
Michael writes down some note, but don’t stops me, letting me continue with my story.
“He said after the race that he wanted to go somewhere, we took back the car and I fell asleep. I think it is when he answered your call.” Michael lifts his head but stay silent, before returning his attention back on his paper.
“He showed me some place, up high, in a mountain. He stopped next to the roa
