"D-T-S-3-G— The plate number of the car where the call came from is registered to a Pratt Johan," Thaddeus voice cut through again.
"Who's that?" Theo looked at Trent, confused.
"It's... I'll tell you later." Trent looked at the phone, "Where are they?"
"Madeline lane. Four kilometers east from here. It's a dark blue Humvee and it's—"
"Is it self-drive?" Marie cut in.
"What's happening?" Theo blinked,
"Head east. They're four kilometers away right now, Madeline lane."
Theo started the engine immediately.
"A–Are you sure? I just—"
"I'm very accurate, boy..." Thaddeus huffed.
"It's one of those self-drive cars."
"Lock them in and drive them to—"
"Wait," Thaddeus cut in sharply interrupting her,
"They're making a call. I'll trace the caller."
"What are they saying?"
Theo's heart raced as he drove.
"I–I'll call Tyson and—"
"Focus on driving, Theo." Trent leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder,
"Should I come take the wheel? You could rest and—"
