PLAN OF ACTION

“Where are we?” I questioned, glancing over at Brody, “Are we still in Devon?”

I was laid on my front on the bed. Brody was sitting at a desk opposite the bed, scribbling something on a piece of paper. He’s planning our great escape. Since telling me yesterday he was getting me out of here, he’s been working out a way to get out of here.

“No, we’re in Los Angeles.” He remarked, still writing.

“California?” I blurted, “you took me out of England?”

He tensed as his head jerked in my direction, “no, not me. I-”

I raised my hand, shaking my head, “I didn’t mean...