I made it three blocks from the courthouse before I realized someone was following me.

Kane’s words echoed in my head—Be careful going home tonight. Vary your route—as I caught sight of the black sedan in my rearview mirror for the third time. Professional paranoia or legitimate threat, I wasn’t taking chances.

I took a sharp right onto Fifth Street, then another quick left into a parking garage. The sedan didn’t follow, but that didn’t mean anything. If these people were connected ...