"Why?" Harry protested as he watched them drift further and further from the city roads and off into the sticks. This was not good. He looked around and then eyed up the car door. He tried the handle. Locked. Fuck, he didn't want to know what Sam was planning but it didn't sound exactly wholesome or nice.

"Come on, man. This isn't cool. We were friends, pals, you gotta at least give me a break cause of that. I mean, yeah, no, I worked against you but I gave up where the horsemen were. And I didn't bullshit you." He didn't have a choice but he was working with very little for negotiation here. "Whatever you want to do... don't do it."