Travis'

I stood there while watching the car take off. He's so bad at driving that I wonder if he even has a driver's license.

I recalled the phone call he was making with his father about the family meeting.

He's going back home right?

He sounded angry about it.

I took a taxi to go back also. I see no point in moving on to the office when Carlos isn't coming.

Carlos took a different turn. Not the turn that leads back to the mansion.

He wasn't going back home.

Where the hell was he going to?

I beckoned to the taxi driver to follow his car, assuring to...