Felix Preston's brow tightened in an instant. He glanced toward the passenger-side mirror, but he couldn't see the gray car.
"Is it Willow Quincy?" he asked, his voice cold.
Sonia Quincy's eyes narrowed, her tone frighteningly cold. "Probably. The car is an off-brand, and it looks a little old. The chances of it being Willow Quincy are high."
"Ignore him for now. Just keep following Evan Yates."
Felix Preston quietly sped up. "Okay."
It was a long drive to the city center, and the gray car tailed their Mercedes the entire time, maintaining a steady distance. When the Mercedes turned, it turned; when it went straight, it also went straight.
Sonia Quincy had just been threatened by Willow Quincy, so she couldn't help but be suspicious and wary.
The main road was congested with evening rush hour traffic. Following the flow of cars, Felix Preston slowly applied the brakes and asked in a low voice, "Is it still there?"
