And yet there it was—A flash of it.
It was sharp and real, and my breathing thinned.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
My voice came out smaller than I wanted.
Ellen looked at me with a calm that felt carefully assembled.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” she said.
That was the kind of answer adults gave children when the house was on fire, but it was too late. I could already see the flames surrounding us.
I swallowed and turned to look behind us again.
Sure enough, the SUVs were still there.
Completely blacked out. It was the blackest of window tint, black matted paint, black rims. No visible plates from where I was sitting.
Nothing.
This was Arthur’s men. I’ve seen these vehicles before. Only he has them, or so I’ve seen.
My fingers clutched at the edge of the seat.
“Frank,” I
