The car stops a block down from where I asked Shepard to drop me off. He squints, and I lean forward to see what he’s looking at. Slowly he gets out of the car, shutting it off. I jump out after him.
“What’s up?” I ask, and hesitate as Shepard looks to me, a finger against his lips. He points back to the car, a signal for me to get in. I refuse, going to walk past him. He grabs my wrist, yanking me back.
“Halfmoons,” He whispers, pointing to a van parked farther down the road. The single word sends a shiver down my spine. “Looks like they’re scoping out your workplace.”
“Pops,” I say aloud, fear rising in me. Shepard looks at me seriously.
“Call him. Don’t say I’m here, and don’t say we’re nearby.”
“Maybe they just have a package,” the words die in my mou
