I hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen.

The phone buzzed against the plastic cup holder.

I swiped the screen and put it on speaker.

“Clara,” a voice said.

It wasn’t Dominic.

It was a smooth, cold voice that sent a chill down my spine.

“You have something that belongs to me,” the voice said.

“And I know exactly where you are going.”

My heart stopped.

I looked in the rearview mirror again.

The headlights of the dark SUV were turning onto the street behind me.

They were gaining fast.

I did not answer him.

I pressed the button on the steering wheel and cut the call.

The silence in the car was sudden and heavy, broken only by the wet slap of the windshield wipers.

In the backseat, one of the twins began to cry.

It was Liana, her high-pitched whimper rising over the sound of the storm.

I glanced at the rearview mirror again.

The SUV was two blocks back, its bright high beams reflecting off the wet asphalt.

They were gaining on my battered sedan.

I knew these streets better than they did.