"Being followed?" Evelyn's voice jumped an octave. "Are you sure?"
I checked the mirror again. The black MPV maintained its distance, but now I could see another vehicle behind it. A white van that hadn't been there before.
"Very sure," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Serena, how's your backup weapon situation these days?"
"I've got my service pistol," she replied, her hand moving instinctively to her concealed holster. "But if we're dealing with the same people who sent those assassins..."
"A gun won't be enough," I finished for her. "I know."
Evelyn twisted in her seat to look behind us. "Oh god, there's more than one car now."
She was right. What had started as a single MPV was now a convoy of three vehicles, all maintaining the same careful distance.
"What do we do?" Evelyn asked, the wine-induced vulnerability replaced by sharp fear.
"We find out what they want," I said, taking a hard right onto a road leading toward the industrial district.
