With her heart almost beating out of her chest, Erica drove back to her apartment like a maniac. Michael had clearly told her Pickford had packed his car at her apartment, but she had clearly forgotten and never saw its significance.
She increased her speed, almost hitting other motorists as she turned onto her street. She stopped her car and began searching the area for the car, but could not find anything.
She immediately called Brown; "The car, he drove it to my apartment before Michael took him to the bar," she stammered.
"Calm down, Erica. What do you mean?"
"I think Pickford used that car to get Abby and her daughter out of the house," she explained.
"Where is the car?"
"It's not here," she replied.
"Did he go back for it?"
"No no, the cab driver clearly said, he took him from the bar, to the mansion, then to the airport. Someone else moved the stupid car! She yelled, wiping her blow.
