Lynn Vandestine
"We should have taken a fucking flight. It will take a road to hell if we keep moving by your car," groans Mahone beside him, looking at the road impatiently.
Lynn frowns after hearing about his favorite Mercedes-Benz. "There's no flight available within three hours. I already checked," he replies, gripping the steering wheel more tightly.
"Of course, you did."
"Can you call Sam to ask where she is now? Tell her not to do anything__ stupid."
"She will never do anything stupid, you know that and you're not helping her by telling this, okay? By the way, I just remember that apparently I don't have her phone number."
Lynn sighs and pulls out his mobile from his pocket, then tosses it to his brother. "Tell her that we are coming, too."
