“Turn around,” Bill spat, his voice trembling with a cocktail of rage and adrenaline. “Follow that woman, and make sure you keep a distance—don't let her see us.”
The driver’s hands tightened on the leather steering wheel. “Sir, I—I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Those men earlier said—”
“I said turn the car around!” Bill roared, his fist slamming against the back of the driver’s seat. “Don’t forget who’s signing your paycheck!”
The driver swallowed hard, “Yes, sir.” He glanced at the rearview mirror before swinging the wheel.
Just as the sedan began to pivot, a flash of movement in the mirror caught his eye—two matte-black SUVs had peeled out from the curb behind them. The driver’s face drained of color. “Sir... I... I think we’re being followed.”
Bill squinted, his voice sharp with
