I drove past the two Suburbans.

Grant’s face was visible through the tinted window of the second vehicle, his eyes following me.

I drove through the open security gates and turned onto the main road.

The Atlanta skyline loomed in the distance under a heavy, gray sky.

I pressed the accelerator, the car surging forward on the wet pavement.

The digital clock on the dashboard read 6:17 AM.

Thirteen minutes.

My phone buzzed again on the dashboard.

A text message appeared directly under the ticking countdown.

*I see you, Allison.*

I looked in my rearview mirror.

A dark SUV had just pulled out from a side street behind me, its headlights high and bright.

I tapped the Bluetooth earpiece in my right ear.

“Vance, I have a tail,” I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline.

“Describe the vehicle,” Vance’s voice crackled through the static.

“Black Escalade, late model, no front plate,” I said, checking my side mirror.

The SUV accelerated, the distance between our bumpers closing to less than ten feet.

The headlights flooded my cabin with harsh white light, reflecting off the rearview mirror directly into my eyes.