Page 33 of Defending You
Her remark earned another chuckle.
“I bet you have some stories.”
All that got was a slow nod.
“Care to share?”
Before he could answer, the navigation system interrupted, and he turned left at the next intersection.
His eyes flicked to the rearview, then narrowed.
“Everything okay?”
Again, he checked the rearview. “I think so.”
She didn’t love the hesitation that came before his answer. “What is it?”
“Probably nothing.”
She twisted to look behind them. A beige sedan followed, maybe fifty yards back. She faced forward again. “Something suspicious?”
“It’s been back there a while.”
They were on a four-lane road. He sped past a car on the right, then continued going what she guessed was at least twenty miles over the speed limit.
“They can’t possibly have found us,” she said.
“Mmm-hmm.”
The man clammed up when he was worried. Good to know.
“Hang on.” He ran a yellow light, then banged a last-second left that had her bracing her hand on the ceiling as the tires screeched on the asphalt. They were on a narrower road now, only two lanes, flanked by homes set a good fifty yards back on each side. This was an upscale neighborhood with perfectly landscaped lawns and expensive cars in the driveways.
She looked back again.
The sedan was still there.
Asher uttered a low curse word, then an apology only louder by a degree.
“How could they have found us?”
“No idea.”
“But you think that’s them?”
“Who else would follow us?”
She was shifting in her seat to watch the trailing car when Asher slammed on the brakes, jostling her and everything else in the car.
He narrowly avoided crashing into a green pickup that pulled out in front of them and turned left.
Behind them, the pickup did a quick U-turn, joining the sedan.
“What’s going on, Asher?”
“They knew we were coming.”
“How?”
