Page 142 of The Devil We Know

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face tiredly. “Jessica is highly capable, and I have no doubt in my mind that if she thought the three of us needed a little lesson, she would do it.”

Realization settles over all of us, and Tony groans. “Well, aren't we a bunch of fucking daisies?”

“So, do we just wait here? Do you think they're going to come?”

I shake my head, kicking the dirt as if it's going to help. “Not a fucking chance. They won't come for us until we learn some fucking lesson we didn't even know about.”

“What lesson do we need to learn at this point?”

“I don't fucking know. But it's in our best interest if we find some sort of path and follow it.”

Declan snorts. “So, you think there's some yellow brick road around here or something?”

“No way,” Tony sneers. “It would be some bougie color like toasted-teal or crispy-caramel.”

Declan jumps toward Tony, slapping his hand over his mouth. “You just shut the fuck up. They're going to hear you, and then we're really going to be in deep shit.”

Tony grips him by his wrist, ripping his hand away as he steps away from him. “Hear us how? There's nobody fucking here.”

I glance around suspiciously, looking for any indication that we may be being watched. “I'm with Dec on this one. I don't know how, but they would know.”

Tony frowns and then groans. “Fucking women.”

Declan shushes him again, and Tony rolls his eyes and then walks away. “Well, let's get fucking looking, then. The sooner we find something, maybe the sooner we get the hell out of here.”

We spread out, keeping a few feet between us to expand our reach for clues. Declan is on Tony's far side when he suddenly stops. “What in the actual fuck?”

Tony and I walk over to see what he's talking about, then I frown and laugh. “What is that?”

Declan kneels, examining what appears to be a polyurethane slab. Tony and I kneel next to him, and I brace my hands on the ground, bringing my face closer, as I whisper, “Are those actual breadcrumbs?”

“I think they are.”

“How fucking peculiar.”

I get to my feet, stepping to the end of the slab and peering down at it lengthwise. “Oh, you guys gotta check this out.”

They both join me, staring incredulously, and after a moment, Tony mutters, “It's a fucking arrow.”

“An arrow pointing in the opposite direction in which we were going.”

“Do you think this is for the pilot?”

Tony glares at Declan. “And how would the fucking pilot see this from the air?”

Declan shrugs. “I don't fucking know. Maybe it’s illuminated. Maybe you can see this super special product from space.”

“Are you listening to yourself, man?”

Declan sighs. “I'm just drawing straws like the rest of you, all right?”

I don't bother responding; instead, I turn tail, heading in the opposite direction. They quickly follow along, and we spread out once again in the hopes we won't miss another clue.

Sure enough, at the far end of the runway, hidden in the shadows, is a rather fancy golf cart with the keys in it.

I eye it suspiciously and then turn to Declan and Tony who are giving it the same suspicious look. “But where do we take it?”

We ignore the golf cart for now, each of us scurrying off, hoping to find a clear answer on where we're going.

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