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Kieran fumbles to start the car engine, and I take the binoculars from his lap, putting them in the glove box. Finally, the engine starts and we pull away.
Sheridan’s in a silver Volkswagen Golf. It won’t be the easiest car to spot again if we lose it, but there’s only one car between us as we all wait to pull out onto the main road.
I shuffle down in my seat slightly, feeling my feet press against the end of the footwell, trying to keep myself out of the line of sight. I rest my arm on the door and put my hand to my forehead as if shielding myself from the sun.
There’s a gap in the traffic, and Sheridan turns left. The car between us turns right. Kieran goes to pull out to follow Sheridan, but I stop him.
‘Wait. Go after the next one.’
‘But the gap’s huge. I can—’
‘Just wait,’ I
