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Following a man was easy.
Knowing when to stop following him…
That was where experience separated professionals from idiots.
Reno pulled away from the house in the faded work truck at exactly 8:14, heading south through the neighborhood with all the confidence of somebody who believed he’d survived another uneventful morning.
I waited until he’d turned the corner before starting my Harley.
Benny fell in behind me without a word.
No discussion.
No unnecessary planning.
Marcus hadn’t sent Benny because he needed someone to hold his hand. He’d sent him because we’d worked together enough that half our conversations happened without speaking.
I took the lead for the first twenty minutes.
Benny drifted farther back, changing lanes when I changed lanes, dropping out of sight when
