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Bert, Johnny, Sebastian, and I sat in the back of the limo as Armin drove.

Eve’s texts continued to flash onscreen as we talked to the phone.

The limo driver’s is the only cell that’s still active. That’s why I was able to pull GPS coordinates off it.

“That’s great!” I said.

He’s somewhere on the Jersey coast. There have been a few incoming calls that went straight to voicemail, but no calls out. He’s been there the last week, not moving – probably holed up.

“Or dead,” Johnny said.

Or dead, the text message screen agreed.

I felt a little nauseated, but I ignored it. “Anything on Mr. Templeton’s phone?”

I’m sorry, but I can’t find it. Can’t find the bodyguards, either. They seem to have gone underground, too.

“That’s an ironic choice of words,” Johnny said.

Sorry – no pun intended.

“How do you know they went – ‘underground’?” I asked.

I tried searching their bank accounts for credit card or ATM activity, but there was nothing. Nothing on their phones, either.

“Please tell me I’m not