“Make sure to follow her at a distance,” I reiterate. “She’s not going to want to be followed.”
“She won’t suspect a thing.”
As I watch, she throws her cigarette to the ground and tamps it out with the toe of her boot.
“She’s moving,” I inform him. “She’ll be on the road in thirty seconds.”
“We’ve got the target in sight,” Enzo says. “Ready and waiting.”
The woman gets into her car and pulls out. Her expression is calm, unhurried. She has no clue that I’mwatching her.
No clue that everything in her world is about to change for the worse.
She pilots her car to the exit of the parking lot and her signal flashes to the left. Pulls out onto theroad.
Twenty seconds later, I see the black sedan that belongs to the Family cruise on after her.
“We’ve got you, b***h,”
