Eleanor answered, wary.
Julian's voice came through the line, slurred.
"David, I'm on Larkspur Road..."
The first word "David" threw her completely.
Then it clicked. Wrong call. Not meant for her at all.
She strained to hear the rest, but his voice cut in and out. Something in the way he sounded unsteady, shaking set off alarm bells.
Night pressed down on the road as the white 3 Series tore back onto it, dust rising behind her.
Larkspur Road sat nearly empty at this hour.
Eleanor had assumed finding him would be hard, she hadn't gotten an exact location.
She'd underestimated how hard it was to miss an imperial blue Bentley.
She'd barely turned onto the road when she spotted it, hazards blinking, pulled onto the shoulder.
She parked, crossed to the driver's side, knocked.
"Julia
