“How can you tell?” Pagan forced herself not to look over her shoulder. She probably wouldn’t be able to see the man following them, anyway, given the fat puffs of fog clotting up the streets. “It has to be the same guy who’s been after me all this time.” “Never a dull moment with you, is there?” Devin grinned down at her. “I was going to take you out to a celebratory dinner, but now...” He cut across the street between cars with her still on his arm. “Now we have to find out who it is,” Pagan said, matching him stride for stride. “I’ll be damned how you spotted him.” “Heard him,” Devin said as they sprang onto the sidewalk. “Listen.” Pagan lowered her eyes to stare at her own sneakers and pushed her hearing past Devin’s steady breathing and their footsteps. A car engine rumbled off down the street as the high whine of a motorbike whizzed in the opposite direction.
