I feel like screaming when the phone goes to voice mail for the third time. I don't know why I'm so worried. He didn't sound to be okay.
Tyson is driving the car out of the parking lot, his eyes so focused on the road, I don't even know if he knows where he's supposed to take me.
"Tyson, where are you taking me?"
"The boss said you were going to a therapist, you need to give me the address."
Of course, Trevor had already told him.
I can't go to the therapist, if Joe could be in trouble, I need to see him.
"Can we go somewhere else first?"
"Where?" He's looking at me through the rearview mirror, giving me the serious look.
"I want to go and check on my friend."
He stays quiet for a moment and clears his throat.
"I'm following orders and I don't want to get in trouble with the boss
