Fuck. Fuck. Will heard, and the sounds of her groggy struggling spurred his urgency.
He scribbled out a hasty note and slapped it down on the hall table.
MUCH – He has Clio Keep everyone together Don't be a martyr Will keep phone long as I can Stutely
Then he was out the door and sprinting for the car. He flicked the phone onto speaker and tossed it down on the passenger seat before peeling away from the kerb, all the while tensing for the shouts of alarm and the slap of feet on the sidewalk behind him. But apparently the others had yet to notice his exit; no figures appeared in the rear view mirror and he made it away without commotion.
"Alright, you bastard, just tell me where I'm going," he growled at the phone.