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The anxiety of going back was getting to me, so I decided to just leave. As soon as possible,” I answered simply, working to keep my voice steady.
    Dustin cocked his head, studying me for a second. “There’s something different about you.” He came a little closer, continuing to walk in a complete circle around me.
    I swallowed nervously. “Really? Maybe it’s the fact that I’m scared out of my mind right now. You know, about going back.”
    Still studying me, he shook his head. “No, that’s not it.”
    He paused, looking directly into my eyes now.
    I stared back, anxious to know what he was seeing. Was I really that bad of a liar?
    He raised an eyebrow. “New glasses?”
    Stifling a sigh of relief, I nodded. “Yep. Turns out I needed a stronger prescription.”
    Well, this wasn’t completely a lie. These glasses definitely had a very strong prescription. The thing was, they weren’t just any new pair of glasses. All around the rim of the frames were rhinestones. In reality, they were a bunch of tiny little cameras. There was also a listening device on the side of the frames, activated by a small button camouflaged within the pattern. I was supposed to use this device to talk to Agent Cooper only when no one else was around.
    “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Feigning enthusiasm, I shrugged the small bag I had brought with me up higher on my shoulder.
    Dustin’s eyes lingered on Cameron’s grave for a few moments, before he slowly turned his focus back on me. “Yeah, let’s go.” Jaw clenched and shoulders hunched, he turned to leave the cemetery.
    “Interesting choice for a meeting spot,” he said softly as we made our way to the dark, sleek car waiting just outside the gates.
    “I wanted to say goodbye.”
    He didn’t really respond, already lost in his own thoughts. He did, however, offer to carry my bag for me. An offer I declined.
    As we moved closer to the car, I was surprised to find that it was a limousine. What was the occasion? Oh right, my kidnapping.
    The driver’s door opened and out came a tall stick of a man with graying hair and a very impressive mustache. He looked very sophisticated in a slimming black suit and bow tie, that signature chauffeur hat topping it off.
    “Are we all set to go, Mr. Wackerson?” he asked, holding the passenger door open for us. His voice was thick and rich, like chocolate pudding. It wasn’t what I had imagined his voice to sound like at all.
    “Yes, thank you,” Dustin replied with a polite smile. Then he turned to me and said, “Ladies first.”
    I climbed inside with my arms crossed. He slid in next to me. My bag served as a silent barrier between us. I made sure to look around so the eyeglass cameras could take everything in. I couldn’t see how it would help the FBI crack this case, but it was a start.
    The passenger windows had a black tint that was so heavy that no one could see in, or out. Buttons of every shape lined the inside of the inner walls of the car. If this was a normal situation, I would be delighted to push every button and find out what they did. Instead, I kept my arms tightly crossed and stared straight ahead after I was finished taking a quick look around.
    Of course Dustin pressed a button, barely glancing at it. Who knows how many times he’d been in this limo—he probably knew it like the back of his hand. A spout and cup emerged from the wall with a mechanical whir. He pressed another button and the spout filled the cup with a yellowish liquid. He took it out, and then offered it to me. I stared at it with suspicious eyes.
    “It’s orange juice,” he explained.
    Still suspicious, I took the cup. I put it up to my nose. Hmm…it smelled like orange juice. With another quick sideways glance at Dustin, I took a tentative sip. Yep.
    Definitely orange juice. Nevertheless I was cautious. What if something had been put in the drink to sedate me or something? Setting the cup down, I decided not to take