Trace purses his lips. “I’ve been watching our police detail, and I noticed there’s another car following us as well.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
“Do you recognize it?”
“Not yet. White sedan. Female driver. That’s all I can make out.”
“Nothing surprises me anymore.”
A traffic break opens ahead of them, and Lisa weaves through the traffic and clears the exit.
“Well done, sis.”
“Did we lose our police officer?”
“Nope, he’s right behind us. The white sedan’s gone, though.”
Lisa zigzags around the New Rochelle streets and drives into the hospital parking lot.
“You do know your way around.”
Lisa grins and shakes her head. “I’ve made this drive at least twice a day for the past couple of weeks. I ought to know the area by now.”
Lisa leads the way to the front-desk receptionist, who motions
