“Careful, Suarez,” I hissed under my breath as he swerved abruptly, cutting across the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. His driving was usually smooth, almost rhythmic, but tonight he seemed distracted. He held the steering wheel tightly around his knuckles.

“Are you fine, Madam?” he asked, his voice cautious. I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror, steady and searching.

“Yes. I’m fine,” I lied, my tone flatter than I intended. My hands were cold despite the air-conditioning ...