“How are you getting back?” The question Vic dreaded came from Plum’s mouth. She tilted her head at him, expectation clear on her face. Wright turned toward him, lowering his phone. “A long drive to the pickup location,” Vic outright lied without missing a beat. Revealing he had a way back on his person would not be a good idea. They didn’t show any signs of disbelief, nodding as he shifted in his chair and got to his feet. “I guess we’ll talk again in six hours,” said Plum. “Yes,” replied Vic, “we will.”