Quickly, he directed the car to the left—away from where the tinted SUV was traveling—and kept an eye on the sedan that was following him now. Collins and his team were good. They’d used a decoy, and he’d fallen for it. He should’ve taken Collins out at his condo, but when it had become obvious the private detective was planning something, he’d waited to find out what it was. He should’ve known better. The pressure was starting to get to him. He was making careless mistakes. Not good. He reached into the hem of his jacket and touched the warm metal tucked carefully in his holster and checked the rearview mirror again, noting the sedan had fallen back. Now was his chance to get off its radar. It was easy enough to lose his tail in the late afternoon congestion on I-85. Once he was certain he was no longer being followed, he called his partner. “Tell me where they went.” Hesitation was the initial response. “They were careful not to discuss it inside the house. I didn’t hear where they were going.”
