The rain was no longer a drizzle; it was a rhythmic assault against the windshield of Léo’s black SUV, blurring the neon lights of Verlaine into long, bleeding streaks of electric blue and gold. Chloe was fast asleep in the back, her small head lolling against the car seat, blissfully unaware that the city she called home was turning into a labyrinth of shadows. Sarah sat beside her, knuckles white as she gripped the door handle, her eyes darting toward the side mirror every few seconds. “Léo,” I whispered, the word barely a breath against the cold glass of the passenger window. My hand stayed on the door handle, my body coiled tight. “The grey sedan. Three cars back.” Léo didn’t look at me. His eyes remained fixed on the road, his hands steady on the wheel in that deceptive calm he used when something was about to break. “I saw it at the last two lights,” he said evenly. “Not a tail. A scout. He’s not hiding—he’s mapping us.” “Daniel wouldn’t be this sloppy,” I said, my voic
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