Like clockwork, we spotted Rich on the phone tossing his briefcase into the passenger seat while on his phone barking orders at somebody. I leaned on the railing while Skyler stared at him. Turning my phone horizontal, I heard Skyler gasp as she held onto the railing. “His car is malfunctioning.” She turned slowly and watched me smirk as I controlled his whip like one of those gas toy cars.