Chapter Fifty-One
Erik narrowed his eyes at Emma’s drone feed as two other flitters fell in behind Draven’s vehicle. “They aren’t trying to force him down. They must be friends.”
“That’s not a good sign.” Jia opened the hidden panel beneath her seat to draw out the TR-7. “If he realized he was being followed earlier, he might have called for reinforcements. There goes our chance for a quiet conversation.”
“We’re approaching from a different angle with a different color and a different transponder,” Erik replied. “Even if he realized he was being followed, he might not realize it’s the same flitter, but this won’t end as cleanly as we wanted.”
“You don’t think this is too easy?” Jia asked, setting the TR-7 between the seats. “It might be a trap. We have this ridiculously customized flit
