Where?
Several hours later she was stopped at a truck stop outside of Washington. Parking her bike she turned off the engine and looked at the dark sky with the monuments silhouetted against the sky.
"Beautiful isn't it?" An elderly man sitting in a station wagon said looking at her as she watched the stars.
"Indeed," she smiled at him before going inside and looking at a map not noticing when Logan pulls into the parking lot. "Is there a Swiss bank in this area sir?"
"No ma'am. But there is something like it." The attendant smiled and drew out a route of how to get there as Logan walked in and glared at Antalya.
"Thank you." She nodded and turned to leave not seeing him at all until he was grabbing her arm and yanking her out of the room.
"What the hell?" he hissed through clenched teeth. She wrenched her arm out of his hand and went over to the bike turning it on and not even looking at him. "Antalya!"
"What?" She asked loudly looking at him in fury, "What is it Logan? Ask away but in about two minutes I'm out of here."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked pulling the keys out of the engine.
"Finding a clue to my family." She hissed gunning the engine back on furiously, "Now get out of my fucking way, before I have to cut you down."
He was astonished as she pulled away and floored it to DC.
"Storm," He called her, "This might take longer than I thought."