Damien’s POVThe hum of the engine had become a low comfort, steady, rhythmic, familiar. The van behind us, though, was anything but.It had been there since we left the Jefferson estate, unmarked, tinted, keeping a deliberate distance. My driver, Louis, kept glancing at the rear-view mirror.“Sir,” he said again, “that van’s still on us.”I turned slightly, catching a glimpse through the reflection, same dark vehicle, same cautious space between us. The streetlights slid over its surface like blades of light.“Take the next turn,” I said quietly.“Which way?”“Anywhere. Random.”Louis nodded, tension creeping into his knuckles as he gripped the wheel. He veered suddenly down a side street that cut through the quieter part of town, a sharp left through a row of warehouses, then another right toward the river road.The van followed.My stomach clenched.“It’s them,” I said.Louis didn’t reply, he didn’t have to. The way his foot pressed harder on the accelerator said everything.We spe
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