(Noah)
Dex didn’t ask where to go.
He knew better than that with a tail behind us and a target in the back seat. He cut left at the first intersection, took the narrow side road behind a row of closed shops, then pushed the sedan hard enough to gain distance without making the car look desperate. Panic drove messy. Dex didn’t.
Pierce sat beside me in the back with one hand locked around the folder and the other still gripping his pistol. He hadn’t lowered it, which told me his head was still catching up with the rest of him. Good. Men who calmed too fast after gunfire usually broke later.
“Tell your driver to slow down,” Pierce said.
“Tell Reyes to stop following us.”
He looked through the rear glass and saw the blue coupe two cars back. His mouth tightened. “That him?”
“That’s him.
