58. Magnets

58. Magnets

<< . Riley . >>

A van?

My eyes widen with concern.

“For how long?” I ask, glancing back over my shoulder to spot the so-called van. But all I see are headlights flashing in my eyes. It’s almost dark and the traffic is… moderate. It takes me a moment and then I spot it.

“The gray one?”

“Yes,” Philip glances at us through the rearview mirror. “I’ve been keeping an eye on it for a while now, Ms. Adams. It feels like it’s been tailing us since we left the dock.”

The van has tinted glasses. It looks like a delivery van or the kind that kidnaps people. A shiver passes my spine and I look away.

“And apologies Mr Josef, I wasn’t attentive before,” Philip adds and I realize something. Why is he using surnames all of the sudden? Is he pissed at me?

“That’s alright Phillip. You are not a bodyguard,” Mikolaj says as he looks back.

“And please call me Riley. What’s up with Ms Adams!” I say and he chuckles. “Are they paparazzi?” I ask. Before he can make up an excuse.

“Probably... Bu