He was in his own world as he kicked the car in and out of gears speeding through the city until he was somewhere much more quiet. There should have been a trail of police cars spinning behind him but he'd lost them. He knew the back roads. He'd driven them to a rural area outside of the bustle of the city, out behind a group of storage units (one of his many hidden gems). There was space and fresh air.
When he parked the car, without a word he got out slamming the door behind him. He walked down the isle of lockers where Zoe could follow but for the moment he was collecting his thoughts. It was the similar process he did in organizing his things, he needed to think. Greed didn't always act on impulse, he needed to breathe for a moment.