Bella's eyes narrowed. "Keep going," she said.
They raced through the residential area, past houses and trees and children playing in yards who stopped to stare. A woman walking her dog jumped back onto the sidewalk. The black car stayed behind them, matching their speed like a shark following a wounded fish.
Bella looked at her tablet again. She marked the location of the nearest guard station. Ten minutes away. Too far.
She marked the police station. Fifteen minutes. Also too far.
She marked the Moretti compound. Twenty five minutes.
She needed something closer. Her eyes scanned the map. There. A private security office owned by one of Leo's associates. Five minutes.
"Turn right at the next stop sign," she said.
The driver turned. The black car followed. They were close now.
Her phone buzzed. Leo: I am sending help. Stay on the line.
She did not have time to answer. The black car was speeding up, its engine roaring, closing the gap.
"Faster," she said.
