(Dane)
I kept my eyes on the black pickup while Ridge watched the road ahead. The driver stayed several car lengths behind us and made no attempt to close the distance. Whoever was inside wanted to keep us in sight without making their interest obvious. They had noticed our trucks, but they had not decided what to do yet.
"Black pickup behind us," I said. "It turned onto the road less than a minute ago and matched our speed."
Ridge checked his mirror without moving his head too much.
"I see it."
He picked up the radio and kept his voice calm.
"Turner, run the plate on the black pickup behind the lead truck."
Turner answered at once and asked for the numbers. I read them out while keeping my attention on the mirror.
"Give me a minute," Turner said.
Ridge returned the handset to its
