On the way home, Henry Smith didn’t say much. It wasn’t until they were almost there that the car suddenly came to a stop. I glanced over at him, confused, only to see him frowning and staring straight ahead.
I instinctively followed his gaze and immediately spotted a tall figure standing at the entrance of my apartment building.
Looking closer, I realized—to my shock—it was Jason Smith.
I quickly pointed to a narrow back alley nearby and said to Henry, “Andrew didn’t fire his gun, and now he’s been out of contact all evening. Jason must sense something’s off. News of you returning to City H hasn’t spread, so he probably hasn’t guessed it’s you yet. You should lay low for now.”
Without a word, Henry turned the wheel and eased the car into the dark alley, giving Jason a wide b
