“I understand. I'll go with you. But please, my child and mother...” Camila pleaded.

“Get in the car. Don't worry. Haste makes waste." Travis grinned. Camila could sense his malice, and got angry.

But for her child's and mother's sake, she had to comply. She opened the car door and got in.

Travis replied, “You don't have a tracker on you, but your phone has a GPS function, right?"

He held out his hand.