There's no outright sigh of relief, but Sam's shoulders relax. He slows to a stop, glances back at the street they've come from, ahead at the road left to go. But there are no cars, no bikes, no other sign of life.
And the Porsche's trunk is stocked anyway.
The seat belt's click is the loudest thing that's happened in the car so far. "You need to head to your place first?" Sam asks quietly, pocketing the keys.
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There's no outright sigh of relief, but Sam's shoulders relax. He slows to a stop, glances back at the street they've come from, ahead at the road left to go. But there are no cars, no bikes, no other sign of life.
And the Porsche's trunk is stocked anyway.
The seat belt's click is the loudest thing that's happened in the car so far. "You need to head to your place first?" Sam asks quietly, pocketing the keys.