Caelan POV
The first few days in Morocco were an adjustment and to be honest I expected it to be worse than it actually was. So much had happened within the first forty-eight hours that we didn’t get much rest and with the time difference, it was hard being eight hours ahead of home. Today, the cars and Cyir’s motorcycle are supposed to be arriving, but Brian emailed me telling me that the shipment was delivered yesterday, and we have twenty-four hours which in now down to twelve hours before they will be shipped back, problem is we are not sure where to retrieve them.
“Dad, any word on where we pick up the cars?” Christopher asked as he came into my makeshift office in one of the guest rooms.
“Not yet, I sent Marcello and Tyros, back to the docks to
