Wesley had just ended the call when Chloe interrupted him. "Pull over up ahead."
Wesley frowned, meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror. "We're still a long way from downtown. It's not safe to leave you here."
Chloe let out a mocking laugh. "Go save your Madeline, Mr. Warren. Someone's coming to pick me up, so you don't need to worry about me."
A white sedan was parked along the curb ahead, its hazard lights flashing.
Wesley recognized it immediately.
It was Chloe's Panamera, with Grace behind the wheel.
Without another word, he pulled in behind the Panamera.
Chloe pushed open the door, got out, and walked straight to the other car. She opened the passenger door, slid into the seat, and shut it behind her.
The white Panamera pulled away from the curb and disappeared into the traff
