Lily didn’t look at the SUV. She looked at the tinted windows of the Navigator. A faint silhouette: a woman curled in the far corner, phone pressed to her ear, shoulders shaking.
“Good. Diego, head to Glendale Blvd. Keep to surface streets. If you see any black SUVs, don’t brake—turn.”
“Pop it.”
“Patrol 7 en route. Keep the meter running.” Limo Patrol - Lily Thai
Lily pulled out her phone and showed Sienna a text from Mack, sent two minutes ago: Someone pulled Sienna Vance’s ride history from the dispatch server. Not a hack. An inside job. Get her dark.
She walked out into the blue morning, the radio on her hip crackling with a new call: Patrol 7, Code 33 at Union Station. Possible intoxicated wedding party.
Sienna laughed—a broken, musical sound. “Why would I trust a limo patrol lady?” Lily didn’t look at the SUV
Diego hit the button. The hydraulic door sighed open. Lily didn’t climb in. She crouched at the threshold, hands visible, voice low.
“Where?” Diego whispered.
Lily nodded slowly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to slide over to the middle seat. I’m going to get in next to you. Diego will drive. I will navigate. We are going to leave this lot without anyone following us. But I need you to trust me.” “Good
Lily looked at Sienna. “You knew. Last night wasn’t just an escape. It was an audition.”
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Park extended her hand. “Done.”