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I murmured, watching a white sedan follow us from the side mirror, "we have nothing to hide. We're going to your house. Play it cool, don't be suspicious, and we'll be fine. If we try and lose them then they'll realize that we know we're being followed and I'm guessing we don't want that."
"No we don't," he admitted with an exasperated sigh, "I've got Jericho running facial recognition and he's running the number plate to see if he can get anything."
"Wow, you Astor brothers are like one big well-oiled machine," it made sense. They each had their own talents and contributed toward the family business — if we could call it that — differently. Each of them was an important component.