The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. “What do you want me to do?” “Follow them.” The driver put the big sedan in gear and eased out onto the street. Nothing easier than tailing a bright yellow Corvette. Those two showing up here had been something of a surprise, though, especially coming on the heels of that broad slipping away before she could be silenced. The driver cast another glance in the mirror. It always amazed him how well his boss hid his feelings. It was only the clickity-click of those tiny seashells he was palming that indicated how hard his brain was working. “Bad luck tonight, huh?” he commented, trying to make conversation. “For now.” “What do we do about the florist?” “Nothing for now. She doesn’t realize what she has, so it will be merely a matter of looking for it where we failed to look before. Then I’ll decide whether we need to do anything more with her.” The driver shook his head. “I don’t know, boss. You might have a problem with her boyfriend.
