Lincoln’s POV
I checked every damn inch of my truck before I let my girls anywhere near it, even slid underneath on my back to make sure nothing was tucked out of sight around the exhaust. The whole thing was clean, but that doesn’t mean that no one is here, that we’re not being monitored.
Going back for the girls, I practically frog march them to the truck, Abbey hoisting the kid into the back where jut like I knew she would, Robyn moves swiftly to put on her belt. She’s a good kid, and she seems to know that right now is not the time to act out, following the instructions I drilled into her to the letter.
As we head down the street, I check my mirrors over and over again, looking for any sign of something out of place, someone following us. After a few turns, a red sedan turns out of
