A prickling unease pushed Evan toward the curtains. He pulled them aside gently. A black sedan sat across the street, engine idling, windows tinted so dark he couldn’t see inside. It wasn’t moving or leaving. It was simply…waiting. The stillness around it felt staged, patient, and disturbingly deliberate. Evan felt scared now.
Calder appeared behind him, shoulders stiffened, eyes locked onto the sedan. He watched it with unsettling intensity, as if he expected it. Evan studied Calder’s expression of recognition, or maybe even fear. A disturbing suspicion dawned on Evan that what Calder was saying was true.