Grayson helped his companion down from the bar stool and guided her hand out of the club. Not far behind them, Dean was hauling Jay through the crowd, and bulldozing him into the passenger seat of his car.
"There they are," Dean helped Jay buckle up in a hurry.
Grayson's red sports car entered the freeway.
"Hey, this isn’t the way home," said Jay.
"I know. We're following Allie's cheating fiancé." Dean kept a distance three cars behind his target.
The way was straight forward until they turned into a suburban neighborhood and the suspect parked in a driveway. A street light illuminated the mailbox which had the word ‘Clarke’ spray-painted on its side. Dean and Jay stopped before the street curved and hid behind bushes, two houses away.
Now that the woman was
