I pounded on the front door with urgency until Sam opened it with a baffled expression. “I need the keys,” I wheezed, catching my breath. “To the Porsche. I’m sorry to ask like this but it’s an emergency.” He lifted an eyebrow, studying me with curiosity. “Please, Sam.” I straightened up. “I won’t crash it, I promise. I need it. I have to go get Finn.”
