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AARON
Eleven o’clock on Saturday morning, and seven of us were en route to Blue’s red dot. We’d all pored over the satellite pictures yesterday evening, and while none of us could say definitively that the dot was a car, we couldn’t be sure it wasn’t either.
And Colt and Luca agreed we had to check.
We’d tried to leave Romi and Blue behind, and Blue said no problem, she’d just drive there herself, which promised to create more problems than it solved. So Romi and Blue were being chauffeured by Luca, and I was shotgun in Colt’s truck. Brooke was at work, thank f**k. She’d begged us to wait until tomorrow so she could come too, which was why Luca and I had decided we absolutely had to go today.
Brie had also wanted to join us, but Colt said no, her security team said no, and somebody
