"Where's your phone?" he demands.

"I-I threw it away," I tell him, begging silently that he'll believe the lie. One look in my eye tells me he doesn't.

"Where the f*ck is it?"

His eyes are dark and dangerous leaving me in no doubt at all that if I make one wrong move, he won't hesitate to kill me.

"I threw it away. You didn't want Trent to know where I was going. He'd track it."

I glance at him again, momentarily taking my eyes off the road. He doesn't look ...