As annoying as his opulence is, it’s working in my favor.Because, just as I suspected, the car has more screens in it thanan Apple store. I tap the center console and a menu pops up. Iscroll down to the GPS and then fumble through varioussettings until I find what I’m looking for: the location history.
Instantly, a list of addresses and named businesses appears. Isnap a picture of the screen with my phone. I’ll drive to everysingle address on the list if I have to. Whatever it takes to findmy sister.
I reach for the key to turn off the car, and then stop. A smallsmile spreads across my face.
“It’s only fair, right?” I mutter with a shrug. “He tooksomething of mine, I take something of his.”
I reach for the joystick, but just as I move to shift the
