The limo soon entered a wooded area dense with ponderosa pines, eventually turning down a winding gravel lane. Dolly was half reclined across the seat, resting her eyes. Jorge was bent over his phone. Sean sat quietly watching the scenery until the limo turned down a private drive. Then he sat up, suddenly alert.
“This is wrong,” he whispered. “Hey, wake up. This is wrong!”
“What’s up?” Jorge asked.
“We’re going the wrong way.” Sean tapped the coordinates into the car panel. “It’s the correct coordinates on the screen but we’re not following it.”
Dolly leaned in. “Order the car to stop.”
“Royce, stop the car.”
There was no response. Sean barked the order again. “Royce, stop the car!”
Jorge tried the door handles. “They’re locked.”
“Well, this is fucking great. So much for your dampers and scramblers, Sean,” Dolly said, shoving at the back window. “Ego comes before a fall, my ass.”
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