"Say that again," Douglas rasped into the phone, his fingers gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.
The man on the other end went silent. He knew Douglas had heard him. He just didn't want to accept it.
The phone slipped from Douglas's hand and hit the seat with a dull thud.
"What happened?" Carlin asked, unease creeping into her voice.
Douglas stared straight ahead at the rain-blurred road. His throat moved with difficulty.
"Brain cancer..." His voice broke. "Late stage... only one month left..."
Carlin froze, like her mind had just shut down.
Right then, the phone rang again. "Sir, we found the driver!"
The driver was crouched under the car, pretending to fix something. The moment he saw them, panic flashed across his face.
"I... I really don't know wher
