58. Magnets & Reed
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A van?
My eyes widen with concern.
“For how long?” I ask, glancing back over my shoulder to spot the so-called van. But all I see are headlights flashing in my eyes. It’s almost dark and the traffic is… moderate. It takes me a moment and then I spot it.
“The gray one?”
“Yes,” Philip glances at us through the rearview mirror. “I’ve been keeping an eye on it for a while now, Ms. Adams. It feels like it’s been tailing us since we left the dock.”
The van has tinted glasses. It looks like a delivery van or the kind that kidnaps people. A shiver passes my spine and I look away.
“And apologies Mr Josef, I wasn’t attentive before,” Philip adds and I realize something. Why is he using surnames all of the sudden? Is he pissed at me?
“That’s alright Phillip. You ar
