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asked her as I climbed into the driver’s seat and she was getting in the passenger side. I swept the map of Dearmont off her seat and onto the floor so she wouldn’t sit on it.
    She didn’t say anything until she was settled in the seat and I had started the engine. Then she said, “I’ve noticed you have a lack of regard for the rules and regulations of the Society.”
    “Oh, really?” I said. “Well, the Society have a lack of regard for me, so that makes us even.”
    She sighed and looked out of her window, but she didn’t say anything.
    “If you’re not happy about how I run my business,” I said as I backed out of the parking space, “write it in a report and send it to my father.”

Chapter 4
    F elicity didn’t speak to me as we hit Main Street. I said to her, “The GPS is by your feet.” I turned right and began driving north, but I had no idea where I was going.
    She found the GPS, picked it up, unwound the tangled power wire, and plugged it into the cigarette lighter. After keying in our destination, she stuck the GPS to the windshield. It computed our route and the female voice told me to turn around. I was going the wrong way.
    The street wasn’t really busy so I made a U turn and headed in the other direction.
    “Are you going to keep bringing up the reason I was sent here?” she asked quietly. Even though her voice was low, there was an angry edge to it.
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to bring my father into it. It’s just that at the moment, I feel like I’ve been shafted by the Society. I had a good business going in Chicago and they shipped me here, away from all that. It makes me angry.”
    “Well, that isn’t my fault,” she said. “Whatever you did in Paris must have been pretty bad for them to banish you from your old job, your old life.”
    I looked at her and gave her a thin smile. “They could have done much worse.” I decided to tell her what was really playing on my mind regarding my enforced relocation. “Look, here’s the thing. When I was in Chicago, I did a lot of good and helped a lot of people. Now that I’m here in Dearmont, I just don’t think I’ll be able to do that anymore. Not on the same scale, anyway.”
    Felicity’s anger seemed to soften slightly. Her voice was much gentler when she said, “You must really miss Chicago.”
    “Yeah, I do. I have friends there; people I can rely on. I’ve trusted them with my life on many occasions and they’ve never disappointed me. Here,” I gestured through the window at Main Street, “I don’t know anyone.”
    “That will change in time, Alec. You just need to settle in your new environment. And I know we got off to a shaky start, but maybe someday, you’ll trust me like you do your old friends.”
    I shrugged. I wasn’t going to commit to anything. We left Main Street and followed a road that took us south. We drove through a residential area where the houses looked like they might date back to the late nineteenth century, then took a narrow highway that cut through the dense wood that virtually encircled Dearmont.
    That was when I noticed the car behind us.
    It was a dark green Ford Taurus that seemed unremarkable, except that I was sure it had been behind us when I was driving north along Main Street and then had followed us again after I’d turned south.
    It had always been a couple of cars behind us, hanging back as we’d made our way through town. Now it was directly behind us because there were no other cars on the highway.
    “We have company,” I told Felicity.
    At first, she frowned, not understanding what I meant. Then she turned in her seat and looked out of the rear window. “Are they following us?”
    “Maybe.” I squinted at the rearview mirror. There seemed to be two men in the car, the driver and a passenger in the front.
    “What are we going to do?” Felicity whispered as if the men in the car might hear her if she spoke at a normal level.
    I looked at the digital