MILLER’S POV
We took my car, and it was loaded with weapons. On our way I helped Jacob connect his phone to the steering as he wanted to call someone,
“Yes, Jacob?” The voice echoed inside the car.
“Could you get some food to Charlie and a milkshake for Bry, chocolate? Ben needs to go for dressing and tell that I am out with Shawn for some fresh air.”
“Where exactly are you?” The voice, that I think I have heard somewhere else, asked doubtfully.
“I will tell you when I return Mike.” With that, Jacob ended the call.
“You know Michael?” He asked tapping on the dashboard.
“The sound’s familiar.” I said relaxing into the seat as we have arrived at the countryside where traffic is at its minimum.
“The guy who drove us yesterday.”
“Oh.” Recognition masked my face. “He has been really he
