The Everglades were three hours away by car, which meant three hours in two vehicles with nine women, four friends, and Elena's revised itinerary laminated and distributed to everyone who hadn't already thrown theirs away.
Darius drove the first car. He always drove. He drove the way he did everything — silently, competently, with the peripheral awareness of a man whose military training had been refined by years of protecting Jake. He didn't use GPS. He'd memorized the route the night before, studying the map with the focused attention he gave to everything that involved getting from one place to another without dying. When Ethan offered to navigate, Darius looked at him and said, "I know where we are." That was the end of the navigation discussion.
