I make another right turn, keeping an eye on my rearview mirror.
“What did you do today besides watch the game?” he asks.
“I got coffee and hung out with Jamie in the back, then went to the gym.”
“Was Gus there?”
I side-eye him, my mouth curving up a little. “Gus was not there today. Although he’s working tonight. He waved at me through the rain.”
I twist to glance out the rearview window.
I’ve taken three right turns, and so has the car following close behind. I stop at a red light and pull out my phone, opening the notes app.
I hand it to Cole. “Watch the car two back. If they follow us after this turn, I’ll slow, and I want you to see if you can get the license plate, make, model, shape of the driver, anything you can see.”
Cole shifts to see out the back window. “The SUV? They’re following us?”
“They picked us up somewhere after exiting the parking lot.”
The light turns green, and I turn, moving into the right lane, then easing off the gas.
“Can you get anything?” I reduce speed even more, but they follow suit, keeping their distance as the rain pounds against the windows.
“I can’t see. I don’t think there’s a license plate on the front.”
Their bright lights flick on, and I squint as they speed up, heading straight at us.
“Ryder!” Cole shouts, and I punch the gas, but it’s not enough.
It speeds toward us, swerving.
“Hang on,” I grit out, yanking the steering wheel to the right and slamming on the brakes.
The SUV roars past, barely missing us.
“Shit! Are you ok?”
Cole’s eyes are wide, and he’s still bracing himself. “Yeah. Are you?”
“Dammit!” I hit the steering wheel.
“What the hell was that?” Cole asks.
“They’re coming out of hiding. Did you get anything?”
He shakes his head. “Just that it was a Yukon.”
I check our surroundings, wait for a car to pass, and then ease onto the road.
We drive for fifteen minutes, ensuring they don’t fall back in behind us, before entering the parking garage of his apartment building.
We grab our bags and step into the elevator. “I have to call Tracker and fill him in.”
Cole nods, punching the button. The elevator dings, and the doors open. We step out, and on the floor in front of his door is a large envelope.
“Don’t touch it.” I stop Cole, knowing that any mail is delivered to a mailbox in the lobby. “Did you order anything?” I tap Track’s name and press my phone to my ear.
Cole shakes his head.
