The SUV pulled up to the curb outside Zoe's apartment building.
Across the street, a black sedan was parked under a streetlight. The windows were tinted too dark to be legal, and the engine was idling silently.
"That car has been behind us since the hospital," Zoe noted, eyeing the sedan suspiciously. "Paparazzi?"
"Probably," Aria lied smoothly. It was the shadow team Damien had assigned—the invisible wall standing between Zoe and the Vipers—but Zoe didn't need to know she was under 24/7 surveillance. It would only freak her out. "Just go inside. Lock the door. Call me if you see anything weird. Even if it's just a pigeon looking at you funny."
"Aye aye, Captain," Zoe saluted. She hopped out, waving to the invisible occupants of the sedan before disappearing into her building.
Aria watched until she saw the lobby lights flick on. Then she slumped back against the leather seat.
"To Sinclair HQ," she told the driver.
