I had just stepped out of the courthouse and made it three blocks before I noticed someone was tailing me. Kane’s warning rang in my ears: "Be careful heading home tonight. Change up your route." I glanced in my rearview mirror for the third time and spotted a black sedan lingering behind me. I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination or if I was genuinely in danger, but I wasn't about to take any chances.
I quickly turned right onto Fifth Street and then took a sharp left into a parking garage. The sedan didn’t follow me in, but that didn’t reassure me. If these people were involved with Marcus Blackthorn and his dangerous underground racing world, they weren't likely to be inexperienced.
Kane’s ominous words lingered in my mind, sending a wave of anxious energy through me. The way h
