Ryder
I clocked the second car three days before I said anything to anyone. Gray sedan, tinted windows, always parked just far enough down the road from the estate gates that it looked like nothing if you weren't paying attention. I get paid to pay attention.
It wasn't the same one that had been tailing Becky's car before the highway incident. This one was newer, cleaner, driven by someone who knew what they were doing well enough not to make rookie mistakes like idling too long in one spot. Professional. Which told me more than the car itself did.
I'd been running extra patrols since the accident, wider loops around the property, more eyes on every entrance than Adrian probably even realized I'd assigned. So when the sedan showed up a fourth day in a row, same time, same spot, I decide
