Sylvia plastered a bright smile on her face, pretending not to notice as she signed the last document. Her mind raced. Why now? Why here? And how much do they know?
Back in the car, Sylvia leaned against the leather seat, her gaze fixed on the side mirror. The Ford Taurus trailing them was unmarked, but she didn’t need a badge to know who they were.
“They’re watching me,” she muttered, her fingers tightening around the shopping bag handles.
The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror but said nothing. Sylvia took a deep breath, forcing herself to think clearly. She couldn’t panic—not here, not now. As Evans Alberto’s dear wife, she had a shield. They had nothing on her. Evans’ crimes were his and his alone.
But what stopped him from ratting her out? What stopped him from hunting h
