THIRTY-EIGHT
McCall followed the G Wagon for what seemed like hours. At first, she thought they were lost, but then she figured it was to make sure they weren't being tailed. The German 4x4 took the side and main streets that made no sense.
"Where are they going?" Megan asked, both confused and excited.
"It's a normal trick to see if you’re being followed, the trick for us is not to be seen to be following," McCall said. Megan looked at McCall with a childlike grin, as if she were getting on a ride at Disneyland she wasn't supposed to be venturing on. Then she peered forward and quickly thrust forth an arm in case nobody had noticed.
"Look, they’re parking!" Megan said.
The vehicle had pulled up opposite a nightclub. Bright lights from a huge monitor lit up the street as it advertised
