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Damien 124.

Her location stopped somewhere in the middle of the waters. It was silently grim in the car as Jackson drove. My head was swirling with confusion and my heart was beating fast. I glared angrily at the screen of my phone.

"Where are you going?" I asked out loud to no one in particular. I had no ideas why all this was happening.

"Is there a location we are going to be precise?" Jackson asked for the third time.

I had no idea what was actually happening.

"Keep on cruising," I said in an absent minded fashion. Jackson sighed wearily.

I turned away from my phone and looked at him closely.

"If this is not important enough for you, perhaps you should get down and take a cab and I will drive," I told him firmly.

"That is not why I am pissed," He replied as he stepped on the gas. I

"Then what is the problem?" I asked.

"Why are we not at Vito's house, gun blazing?" He asked.

"Because it is a waste of time," I answered. "Time better spent on finding Isabella," I