You’re coming with us

SERENA’S POV

I let out a deep breath as I stepped through the courthouse doors. It had been a difficult trial but we had won. Justice was served. Flashes from cameras went off all around me as reporters shouted questions. "Serena Santos, over here! What does this victory mean for your career?"

"How does it feel to take down Big Tobacco?"

I smiled politely but kept walking. "No comment for now, thank you."

The last thing I needed was another headline plastering my face. I just wanted to go home and celebrate with Mom and Katy.

My eyes scanned the parking lot, searching for my car. That's when I noticed the black sedan idling at the far end. It was nondescript but something about it gave me pause. Hadn't I seen it tailing me earlier that day? I tried to shrug it off as a coincidence but my unease only grew. Since the case started I had been having the feeling of being watched.

Finally spotting my Toyota, I hurried over and clicked the locks. As I started the engine, I glanced in the