"Drive." Frankie commands, dragging the skirt of her dress into the car and slamming shut the door. Adam was stunned as he stared at the heiress, unsure how to proceed. In all the time Adam had known her, he had never had her sit beside him in the front of the car. That was the first sign that something was wrong.
"Adam, are you listening? Drive." She hastened, fastening her seatbelt, urging him to move.
The pavement was full of pedestrians going about their day. Staring into the car mirrors, his eyes searched for the remaining passengers. "Are we waiting for the others?" He asked, glancing once more in his mirrors to see if the rest of the group were approaching.
"No. They will need a different car... we need to go." Frankie was bouncing on the spot. The pins, which had not long ago
