Nixx
The sedan left North Town at three seventeen.
Benny picked it up first through a traffic-camera feed near the county line. I was already parked six miles east in a borrowed work van with magnetic plumbing signs on both doors and enough tools in the back to make the lie convincing.
My phone vibrated once.
Benny:
Heading your way.
I watched the road through the side mirror instead of turning my head.
The gray sedan appeared four minutes later, moving exactly at the speed limit. A woman drove. Sunglasses covered most of her face, and a baseball cap hid her hair.
Millie sat in the back.
I caught only a glimpse of her through the rear window, but it was enough. Purple shirt. Dark hair pulled into two uneven braids. Her face turned toward the glass as the sedan passed.
I kept both
