I could fix that.
“Shut up,” I grumbled to myself.
Like I said, fuck the voice in my head.
The thing about cities is that they were always laid out the same. Blocks worked in one-way squares, so it didn’t take long before I was back at a stoplight with Jasmine sitting to the left of the light with that blacked-out car right behind her. The motherfucker didn’t even have his headlights on. He didn’t even bother to keep distance behind her or anything. Just bumper to bumper, like there was fucking traffic in the middle of the night.
Didn’t she realize that?
What was happening behind her?
And where the fuck were the police? Motherfucker was just riding around in the goddamn dark in the middle of the night without headlights. What kind of city was this?
I turned my attention elsewhere. The hairs on the nape of my neck prickled as Jasmine went straight at the light, passing right in front of me. That car followed her and thank fuck I already had my turn signal on to the right. Which meant it didn’t look suspicious when I fell right in line behind that car without its headlights on. I wondered if me being behind the bastard would make them flip those damned lights on, but it didn’t. I rode behind those fuckers for damn near two miles before I turned off again, because I saw a police cruiser perched in the parking lot of a drive-thru. Fucking Taco Bell in the middle of the night, of all places. I pulled off to the left, crossing the street and wrapping myself back around in an alleyway, where I perched and waited.
I perched and waited for Jasmine to crawl through the drive-thru.
I perched and waited for that black car that had parked in the parking lot to get dinged by the police officer.
I watched as Jasmine pulled back out onto the road, slurping down a brightly-colored drink that looked damn near radioactive.
I also watched as that car without its lights on pulled right back out into the road with her.
And I watched as the police officer in his fucking cruiser did nothing.
“Oh boy,” I muttered as I kicked off.
This changed things.
I whipped around and went down a couple more blocks before emerging at another light. Alarm bells kicked off in my head at a rate that damn near made me dizzy. Something was very wrong with all of this. I didn’t like the fact that the police cruiser didn’t clock the car without their headlights on in the middle of the night, either. Break or not, infractions like that were always supposed to be clocked, even when an officer was on break. That made me wonder if the law firm had the police in this area in their pockets.
It would give us more context to this situation, that much was for certain.
I continued my pursuit of them, keeping to the shadows and back alleys, until Jasmine turned into the parking lot of the building where she lived. I watched as the blacked-out car cruised on past, and only after it was past the goddamn building did the driverfinallyturn on their fucking headlights.
Oh, yeah.
Jasmine was followed intentionally.
I whipped out my phone and quickly snapped some pictures. I took a bit of video as the car drove away, making sure to getthe license plate, but I wasn’t sure if Ranger would be able to do anything with it. If they had the police in their pockets, there was no telling what other kinds of connections this firm had around town.
Who the fuck were these people?
I had to set my sights on bigger things than that, however. I had a woman being followed. A woman who worked for one of the big-wigs with their names slapped onto that gaudy-ass building.
Which meant I chose the right target.
“When I’m good, I’m good,” I muttered as I slid my burner phone back into my pants pocket.
I watched from the darkness across the street as Jasmine got out of her car. She dipped back in and reached for her purse, that juicy ass of hers just jutted out into the air in that impossibly tight pencil skirt. Did the woman not understand a damn bit of how to keep herself safe in the middle of the night?
It was like she was raised by someone who didn’t fucking give a damn about her.
The thought made me snarl beneath my mask.
She finally dug her bag out before slamming her car door closed. But then I watched her open it and slam it closed again.
Only for it to bounce back at her.
