“I told you I don’t fucking know!”
Clark was silent for a few seconds, and Lucian had sense enough to feel bad for yelling but not enough compassion to apologize. “If you’re near the farm, you’re closer to us than you are to home,” Clark said. “You’re in no shape to drive, but I know I won’t be able to convince you to stay there until I can get this goddamned software to work to pinpoint your location.”
“Let me see,” Daniel said, close enough to the phone for Lucian to hear. There was a rustle, a low sound, and Clark spoke to Daniel with a hand blurring the speaker before coming back to Lucian.
“Get here,” Clark pleaded. “We’ll talk about what happened. Please, sir, just—”