CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Juliet was dressed smartly, too, Stella noticed, as the slim woman climbed into her black BMW. Was that significant? Through narrowed eyes, Stella watched her leave her gate. She counted down a few seconds and then pulled casually away.
Immediately, she saw that Juliet was a less aware driver than Cassidy had been. It was interesting how you could pick up on this in a moment when following someone. Cassidy had been fast, impatient, and decisive. Juliet was meandering all over the road. A couple of times, she veered over the center line before hastily correcting herself. Was she multitasking? Stella wondered, as an approaching motorist flashed his lights angrily and honked his horn at her. Was Juliet putting on lipstick or maybe reading a text?
At any rate, this was lucky
