2019, March 5th
On the road (Zoey)
My eyes opened to an ominous conversation. James was talking to someone on the phone in hushed tones.
"I said I'm handling it. Tell Lady Cassandra that I will be back when I'm back," he said, abruptly ending the call.
I yawned. "What was that about?"
"Give me your phone," James said, holding out his hand.
"What? Why?"
"Give me your phone or get out of my car."
"Charming as ever," I said, handing him my phone.
He pulled out a burner phone and, after fidgeting with the two for some time, promptly tossed my phone out of the window.
"Hey. What the hell?"
"It's got GPS, can be tracked."
"So you just tossed it out of the car?"
"There's a bar up ahead. We'll take a little break there."
"That was my phone."
"Yeah, it was also a way for them to find
