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The man with the dog keeps straight.

I fidget with my phone—determine the direction my ride will likely come from and head in that direction.

Footsteps sound.

Heavier.

Steady.

I glance behind me.

No dog.

Different man.

I keep walking.

The Uber icon moves on the map.

Three minutes.

As I watch, the time changes.

Eight minutes.

I curse DC traffic.

And resist the urge to look over my shoulder again.

Turn at the corner.

He does too.

I hear him without looking.

My heart slams against my ribs.

I speed up.

So does he.

My phone is already in my hand. I just have to decide who to call.

Chapter 25

Gabe

My phone vibrates while I’m in the middle of reviewing Dahlia Evans’s file.

Evie.

I answer on the first ring.

“Hey—”

“Gabe.” Her voice is low. Tight. Controlled in a way that tells me she isn’t. “I think someone’s following me.”

Everything inside goes cold.