Slowly, the gate closed behind her. She turned on the stereo, soft pop music playing lifted her mood. She had her car windows rolled down, letting in a rush of air. Her mood was careless and almost rebellious.
Her grip on the steering tightened slightly, her feet pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car shot out like an arrow.
A few meters away from the main traffic, the sharp shrill sound of her phone ringing broke through the soft music coming from the speaker.
She didn't have to check her phone to see who was calling; the ringtone had been specifically assigned to a particular person.
Calmly, she connected to the car's Bluetooth as she answered.
"Hello?" she clipped, with a faint knowing smile playing on her lips.
From the time she picked out the car and dismissed the guards, she was certain he would call back.
"Where is it?" Davis' voice came through the speaker, soft and probing.
