Chapter 89

The car ride back to the Park Estate is quiet. Waylon sits in the passenger's seat, and Kelly sits in the back, hands neatly folded.

Ariadne flicks on the radio, a catchy tune clashing so harshly with the atmosphere that it defeats the purpose. After a moment, she turns it off, settling back into the silence.

And that's when she notices that the car two paces behind her has been following her for the last few blocks.

Waylon tenses immediately when Ariadne's expression changes, the Omega's hands on the wheel tightening ever so slightly.

"What's wrong, boss— I mean, Ariadne?"

"We're being followed," Ariadne hisses. "Don't react. I'm gonna lure them somewhere deserted. Waylon, are you still good of a shot as I remember."

Waylon's eyes darken, and he whips out his Glock. "Yeah. I earned my colors as a long-range marksman once upon a time."

"When I give you the signal, you shoot out one of his tires," Ariadne replies, keeping her speed steady, rounding a corner.

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