"You have arrived at your destination. Your destination is on the left," the car announced.
"What the f**k are you playing at, Penn?" Turo demanded as we searched the empty field. There was nothing here. Not even a hint that there had been. The ground was yellowed and undisturbed.
Rafael slid up between the front seats. A glint of metal in his hand.
"Stop." I slapped his hand away. "For f***s sake, you guys don't really know how to do business do you? What the f**k is wrong with you?" I grabbed my phone and limped from the car.
I pulled up the feed from my geosynchronous orbiting satellite. I scrolled back through the seventy-two hours of footage. Prayed that asshole had come back here within that amount of time. If he hadn't, if he'd somehow managed to clone her phone and lead us
