As the child and the fake child chatted in the back seat, they happened to reach a red-light intersection, and Kudo Yukiko stopped the car.
Jiang Xia leaned against the front passenger seat's chair back, stretched lazily, and glanced at the rearview mirror.
—Though he could not see clearly because of the angle, aside from himself, there were plenty of eyes around him that could look everywhere. And long ago, the Ghosts had noticed that a car was quietly following them.
It was supposedly "quietly" following them, but in a sense, its tailing was practically blatant.
Whenever Kudo Yukiko drove, it drove. Whenever Kudo Yukiko stopped, it stopped. Perhaps worried about losing them on the ever-changing main roads, it had not even kept enough distance. Instead, it followed right behind Kudo Yukiko's car like a clingy tail—just like now.
Looking at the black vehicle that could be hit with a single tap of the reverse pedal, and thinking of the two foreigners inside diligently doing their jobs, Jiang Xia sighed speechlessly. The FBI's surveillance really has no skill to it at all.
"This kind of tailing is way too insincere." Jiang Xia propped one elbow against the window frame and studied the rearview mirror. "I need to find a way to get someone who knows a little about surveillance to come instead... Akai Shuichi, perhaps?"
As he was thinking, Kudo Yukiko noticed him looking in the rearview mirror and winked at him. "So you noticed too."
Jiang Xia came back to himself and nodded.
Kudo Yukiko looked toward the traffic light ahead. The red light had turned green long ago, and the row of cars beside them had all left. There was no no-honking sign here, either. Under such circumstances, the car behind them should have been honking loud enough