We started walking quickly away from the café, trying to look casual while putting distance between ourselves and the suspicious men. But it immediately became clear they were following us—maintaining careful distance but definitely tracking our movement through the crowded streets.
"They're not even trying to be subtle anymore," Nick said, glancing back.
"Should we run?"
"Running attracts attention and makes us look guilty. We need to get to somewhere public and secure—subway station, police precinct, somewhere with witnesses and security cameras."
"The nearest subway is three blocks that way," Julian said, pointing toward a street that would take us deeper into the financial district.
We turned the corner and immediately realized we'd made a mistake. The three men who'd been followi
