After she hung up, Dylan turned to glance at Brianna.
He didn't know her well enough to just say whatever was on his mind, so he sat with it for a few seconds before finally clearing his throat. "Not to overstep, but... this isn't exactly airtight."
"What do you mean?" Brianna was pulled back from her thoughts.
"That property management company you just called — their information is public. Anyone with half a brain could look them up and figure out exactly what buildings they cover."
Dylan kept his eyes on the windshield, watching the wipers slice through the rain, opening up brief glimpses of the wet road ahead before the silver curtain closed back in. "If whoever's tracking you gets to them first, your destination is blown."
"You're right," Brianna murmured. "That's a real possibility."
