Rowan saw the prime minister's message a mile away from his actual destination, and that was when it hit him: the phone could be used to track him.
He didn't hesitate.
He switched it off immediately, rolled down the window, and tossed it out onto the dark road. The devices skittered across the concrete, and a moment later, the car's rear tire crushed it, shattering the phone into a hundred pieces.
That done, he believed he was safe now and continued on his way.
Just a few minutes later, he turned onto a narrow dirt path, hidden from the main road by a thick wall of trees. The path traveled deeper into the woods, the branches scraping against the car's sides, until finally, a lone apartment emerged from the gathering of trees, a small, simple house standing in the middle of nowhere.
