“Follow them,” he snapped to the man positioned a few homes down.
“On it, boss.”
Silas stared at the screen.
Storm intensifying.
Visibility dropping.
This didn’t feel right.
The SUV rolled down the snowy road, headlights cutting through swirling white.
Lady Antebellum’s Need You Now filled the car.
They were singing at the top of their lungs like they were seventeen again.
Laughing.
Carefree.
For a moment, Becca almost forgot everything.
But then—
The snow thickened.
Fast.
Visibility dropped hard.
The road blurred into white.
And that’s when she noticed it.
Headlights behind her.
Too close.
She didn’t say anything at first.
She just pressed the gas slightly.
The headlights sped up too.
Her grip tightened on the wheel.
Inez was still singing — until she noticed Becca wasn’t.
She turned the music down slowly.
“What’s going on?”
“Some asshole riding my ass,” Becca said evenly. “He needs to back up before he hits me.”
“Move over. Let him pass.”
Becca switched lanes slightly.
