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strange and new. What was I going to do now? The man had me cornered.
    Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I closed my eyes. I had to rely on the tracking device in my arm. At least the FBI would know where I was. I couldn’t forget the listening device either. As soon as I found the opportunity, I would try to contact Agent Cooper.
    Dustin got up from his seat and sat down next to me again. This time I didn’t even look at him. I just stared out the window, watching the hazy clouds, trying not to panic. I was so nervous I felt like I had supercharged butterflies in my stomach.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dustin with his hand poised over my shoulder as if he intended to comfort me. Thinking better of it, he drew his hand back, using it to pick up a fork instead.
    “You should eat,” he commented, looking down at his plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns.
    Despite his advice, he didn’t make a move to eat anything.
    He just pushed it around with his fork, making abstract shapes with his food. There was something bothering him too. Come to think of it, he had been very quiet during that car ride as well.
    Cameron. The minute the name crossed my mind, I knew it was the reason.
    “You know, we never talked about it,” I muttered.
    Dustin’s eyes went up to glance at me, then quickly focused on his plate again. “About what?”
    “What happened to Cameron.” I watched as his fork quivered slightly, pausing for a second before continuing to turn his breakfast into artwork.
    “There’s nothing to talk about.” However, his voice cracked in the middle of his sentence, betraying him.
    “Dustin.” I placed a hand on his, stopping it from moving. “You know you can’t blame yourself, right?”
    Still, he did not directly look into my eyes. Instead, he appeared to focus on the window behind me. “I know.”
    We both knew he was lying, but neither of us said anything. Just stared at our untouched food.
    “You really should eat something,” he said after a while.
    I snorted. “I will when you do.”
    Dustin chuckled. “OK, fine.”
    Making sure he had my undivided attention, he began to eat, chewing with extra gusto.
    Rolling my eyes, I glanced down at the untouched food on my own table. Right now I was anything but hungry. My appetite had been lost the minute we had pushed off of the ground, but he was right. I had absolutely no idea what would be waiting for me in California. I needed the strength. So I took a bite of the bagel. To my surprise, I was ravenous. In a matter of minutes, my plate was empty.
    Dustin laughed. “Whoa. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone eat that fast before.”
    “You should see my dad,” I muttered, getting homesick already.
    He laughed again. I gave him a playful shove before turning my attention back to the window. As we went higher into the sky, cities and highways now seemed so small, they were merely simple shapes and lines. I was no longer able to distinguish cars or trucks or individual buildings, but people down there were going about the beginning of their day, oblivious to the kidnapping taking place right above their heads.
    “How long is this supposed to take?” I asked, lightly pressing my fingertips against the glass.
    “We should be there in about four and a half hours. This jet is super fast,” he answered sleepily.
    I turned my attention toward him. He had the seat reclining all the way back as a makeshift bed. His arms were crossed, eyes closed. On his left wrist was one of those expensive Gucci watches.
    I leaned in closer to take a look. Seven o’clock exactly. Mom would be getting the kids ready for their last day of school. I wondered if Agent Cooper had already told her that I was leaving the state. If he had been telling the truth about using those high-tech computers to track me, he had probably figured out I was on some kind of aircraft. Whatever suspicions he had would be confirmed once I talked to him.
    Trapped on a jet