The car behind her switched too.
Silence.
The storm roared louder against the windshield.
“That’s weird,” Inez whispered.
Becca’s jaw flexed.
“Open the center console.”
“What?”
“Open it.”
Inez did.
Her hand hit cold metal.
She froze.
“Gun?! What the fuck are you doing with a gun, Becca?!”
“Relax,” Becca said sharply. “It’s legal. I have three. For assholes like this.”
Inez handed her the 9mm, hands shaking.
Becca gripped it tight in her right hand, steering with her left, eyes locked in the rearview mirror.
Then—
Another set of headlights appeared.
Behind the first car.
Inez’s breath caught.
“Becca…”
The bridge ahead loomed in the distance — long, narrow, exposed.
Snow whipping sideways now.
The car behind them accelerated.
Closer.
Too close.
Back at the surveillance station—
Silas leaned forward sharply.
“Zoom in.”
Jace’s fingers flew across the keyboard.
Two vehicles. Boxed in.
