Berkleigh wanted to resist the direct command with everything inside her, but she knew now was not the time to spark further confrontation. Grimaldi had a plan - she didn't know the what, where, and how and she didn't need to at this moment. All she could and should do is play it cool and think of happier days, like the day she bathes in the old man's blood. 

"You're riding in the back the rest of the way, Underbrink," the lethal woman said as she sat behind the wheel and slammed the door. 

"Wise decision, my dear. Where to now?" Van Nostrand's eyes held Berkleigh's as he waited for her to answer. Underbrink deposited himself into the back, a crestfallen look hanging on his gaunt features. 

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