Phoebe's POV
Brittany dragged Boyce around as they rushed to gather their gear at breakneck speed. They couldn't even wait for nightfall and practically begged Harold to get them a private jet out of here.
Watching their frantic energy, I shook my head. Money really does make people lose their minds.
Harold didn't hesitate to help them out. As we watched their plane disappear into the distance, I let out a heavy breath. "Do you think they'll make it there in one piece?"
I chose to ignore the real reason Brittany and Boyce bolted from Clearwater so fast. They'd figured out someone was tailing them and wanted to avoid any nasty surprises.
Harold's arm slid around my shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring. "Relax. They'll be fine, and they'll definitely hook up with Malcolm's crew."
