Zac's perfectly-shaped eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "What are you saying? Even my father?"

I nodded, smiling.

"That son of a ..." Zac yelled, his grief suddenly turning to rage.

"Zac, now wait a minute," I replied, cutting him off. "V said your father tried to call you, but we were already on the road and he couldn't get hold of us." Then, I thought for a moment and added, "The cell phones are in the glove box. We'll have to ditch them soon, but go ahead and ...