Page 46 of Lost and Found

“At a distance,” Wes confirmed. “They stopped when we stopped and are several cars back but keeping pace.”

“Huh. That’s interesting.”

Interesting wasn’t how Bailey would describe the situation. But her apprehension morphed into a strange excitement. Caitie’s killer was following them. All they had to do was figure out who it was, and she would know.

Could they somehow force the tail closer? Or could they bump them in a fender bender and force her sister’s killer out of the car? All she needed was a name, a face, anything to figure out who had cataclysmically ruined her world and killed Caitie.

“Get on the nearest toll road or express lane,” Dean said. “I’m going to ping your location and see if I can identify vehicles through toll and traffic cameras.”

“Can do.”

“Wait,” she interrupted. “Isn’t this great news? Can’t we just get next to them? Figure out who it is?”

“I’ll get you a license plate,” Dean said, ignoring Bailey’s comment. “And I’ll update Viv and Gage. This is so strange. Bailey, can you name everyone who knew you were traveling today?”

She tried to make sense of Dean’s plan. A toll road, a license plate, and who knew her travel plans? All she wanted to do was get into a fender bender with their tail. “Wouldn’t it be easier to brake-check the tail and force him to face us?”

“No,” Dean and Wes said at the same time.

“Why not?”

Wes checked his mirrors again. “Anything can happen in an accident. Beyond going wrong and risking your life and others’, whoever’s behind us won’t pull over to exchange insurance information. They’ll bail before Dean gets their plates.”

“I didn’t think they’d pull over and exchange information. Just so we can see who it is.”

“That plan is destined to fail.”

Her molars ground.

“Wes is correct,” Dean said. “We can do this safely.”

She puffed out her cheeks and tried to remember why she’d hired Titan: their objectivity and impartiality. Bailey swallowed her groan.

“Who knows your plans today?” Dean asked again.

“The Cosgroves and their house manager, Mary Lacey, know I’m traveling. The police officers I hired to post outside my house. I guess that’s it.”

“Thanks,” Dean said. “I’ll let you know if I find anything interesting on the traffic cameras.”

The call ended as an overhead sign for the express lanes appeared. Wes maneuvered into the far lane.

Bailey fidgeted with the corner of her notebook. “Are they still with us?”

“Not yet.” Wes glanced in the rearview mirror. “Actually, yup, they are.”

“What kind of car? Is it a truck? I could’ve sworn it was a truck that followed me last time.”

“No. A silver minivan.”

Bailey frowned. “Do you know how many silver minivans are in Northern Virginia?”

He glanced over, chuckling. “Are you questioning whether I picked up a tail?”

“Maybe.”

Wes shook his head with a small smile and followed the ramp onto the express lanes.

Bailey wanted to turn in her seat and watch for the minivan. “Are we going to let them follow us all the way to New Jersey?”