ROMAN POV
A black SUV was tailing us with its tinted windows reflecting the city lights. My heart raced as I realized that Bella had already started with her plan.
"Oh no," I whispered to Sarah, staring at the SUV. "We are being followed."
Sarah turned and said, "It's her," in a near whisper. "She's not going to let us go."
The driver of the cab, unconcerned about the following menace, drove on steadily. But I knew that we had to get out of the SUV, and we had to do so fast.
"Go the long way around," he said evenly to the driver. "Now."
The driver flashed me a glance in the rearview mirror that communicated confusion. But Sarah's urgent nod apparently settled it for him: he abruptly swung the taxi hard left and took a sharp turn onto a side street.
The SUV followed suit, screeching
