The desert road just kept going and going.
Inside the Maybach the heat was making the air conditioning work really hard. It was straining with a whine.
Sarah was driving her hands locked on the steering wheel at twelve and two. Her knuckles were white against the leather. She had not checked the rearview mirror once since we left the city. We both knew the black SUV behind us belonged to Julians security team.
I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was 1:14 PM. We had been driving for forty-six minutes. The silence was suffocating. My throat felt dry. I did not want to reach for the water bottle. I did not want to show weakness. Not to Sarah. Not to the cameras watching us.
"We are crossing into the grid " Sarah said, breaking the silence. Her voice was a little shaky. She looked
