Midway down the alley, Calder finally spoke again. “They’re smart,” he said abruptly. “They will leave nothing to chance.” His voice suggested an almost afterthought. Evan swallowed hard. He wanted to ask what, exactly, they wanted, but Calder’s expression warned him not to push as he thought hard.
When they reached the street, Evan instinctively moved toward his car. Calder yanked him back sharply. “Don’t touch it,” he hissed. “They’ll have tagged it by now.” Evan stopped cold, staring at him. Calder spoke with unnerving confidence. How would he know that? What kind of life had he lived?