Mara's eyes snapped fully open.
"What kind of problem?" Nico asked, already twisting to look out the rear windscreen.
"Grey sedan, three cars back, matching our speed for the last four minutes," Luca said, his eyes flicking between the road and his mirror. "It wasn't there when we hit the highway. Picked us up somewhere around the second checkpoint."
"Plate?"
"Can't get a clean read. It's staying too far back for that."
Mara turned in her seat, straining against the seatbelt to look through the shattered spiderweb pattern still cracking across the rear glass from the alley gunfire.
She could barely make out the shape of the car. It was dark and unremarkable… exactly the kind of vehicle someone would choose specifically because it disappeared into traffic.
"Could be nothing," she said, though she didn't believe it even as she said it.
