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He climbs into the car and turns the key. The vehicle roars to life and the GPS turns back on. “We have a problem,” he says as he pulls out of the station.
“What could possibly be wrong now?” My tone is borderline aggressive, but I’ve had enough of today.
“The truck seems to have gone off the radar.” He taps the navigation system, drawing my eyes to the searching icon.
“Can someone please give me a break?” I say, more to myself than Isaac.
“Relax. It probably means they’ve stopped. We’ve just got to work out where.”
“If we hadn’t dropped back it might be a little easier.”
“They can’t have gone far. We’ll go to the last known coordinates and take it from there.” He puts his foot down on the gas.
We get to the location, and I get my first glimpse of luck. The vehicle is parked up in a nearby layby.
Isaac parks in front of the truck. “Let’s talk to the driver first so you don’t startle him. Try and calm your temper.”
“Fine,” I bite out.
The guy in question is taking a piss when we find him in between the trees. Isaac holds his hands up, and I copy him. “Mr Black sent us,” he says.
“Can’t a guy catch a two-minute break to relieve himself?”
“Sorry,” I say. “But I think you have something we need.”
After we explain why we’re here, he lets us into the back of the truck. It’s a cooler like the one at the warehouse, and everyone looks cold. I’ve never really cared about anyone but myself, but I wish I could help these women. Unfortunately, Pasha isn’t here either, and I have to walk away.
“Did any of the girls from the warehouse go anywhere else?” Isaac asks.
“I’m just a delivery driver.”
“But you know something?” I ask.
Isaac opens his wallet and hands over some money.
“It’s not worth my life to tell you,” the driver says, shaking his head.
“We won’t tell anyone where we got our information from,” Isaac says, offering him more money.
“Fine. One girl was taken to a special customer.”
“Do you have an address?” I ask.
He rubs his face. “Blake House.”
“Where’s that?” I ask.
“Thank you,” Isaac says, handing over even more cash. He walks back to the car, and I follow.
“What’s Blake House?” I ask.
“A cult,” Isaac says.
Holy crap. What have you got yourself into, Pasha?
