She thought she could outrun me.
Kat’s SUV was half a mile ahead, steady pace, no sudden turns. Like they weren’t even trying to shake me. Like they didn’t know I was there.
But I knew that car. Knew the way she sat—shoulders tight, head tilted just so. I’d watched her long enough to read her like a damn map.
“They're not even speeding,” I muttered.
Tiffany popped her gum beside me, legs curled up on the seat like we were on a road trip. “Maybe they don’t know you’re following them.”
I didn’t answer. She was talking too much. Again.
“She’s probably just trying to get to Kansas City,” Tiffany added. “Family stuff, right? Grandparents meeting the boys.”
I gripped the wheel tighter. “They're not going to Kansas City.”
Tiffany blinked. “Then where—”
“I don't know but they are pulling
