Aria
“Where are we going?” I queried once again when the car left the diner to follow an unfamiliar road. It was still a main road, so at least I was assured they were not going to bring me to somewhere isolated and harass me or something.
My mind was going back and forth because who knew this was just all a ploy in the end? What if I was a target of such fun scheme they had? If this was so.
“His father’s office,” Sawyer responded at last. “He works there if and when he feels like it, and if he thinks it’s important.”
“So, you’re saying we’re going to…?” I trailed away.
“It’s located out of town, just in the outskirts, not so far away,” Sawyer divulged. “I think he’s cut off all communications
