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They drove for a couple more minutes, Pearl staring out the window for landmarks or anything that could give away their location. She found nothing.
The road was bare, worryingly so, and she had the horrid thought of him killing and burying her without anyone noticing.
"Who are you?" She asked, conversationally, hoping she could establish some form of connection with him.
"Arnold. Webb Arnold." He said, importantly, green eyes peering at her through the rearview mirror as he waited for a reaction.
Pearl's eyes widened, slightly, at the familiar name and she asked. "Webb. Is Christopher Webb your dad?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Nope. He's my uncle. But what a dream come through it would be if he really was my dad."
Pearl bit back a triumphant smile at his response and contin
