The drive to Warehouse 7B was silent, the hum of the city a dull roar against the car windows. The happy feeling from their earlier success at the community center was gone, completely replaced by a cold fear. Ace stared straight ahead, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Evelyn sat stiffly, watching the streets go by.
"You know this is another test," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the car itself might be listening. "It's another one of his traps. It's always a trap with him."
"I know," Ace replied, his voice tight. "But we don't have a choice. Not yet." What they didn't say aloud was the real reason: they needed more of his money before they could afford to run away and disappear for good.
