At that moment, Julian Sterling's heart seemed to skip a single beat.
Julian Sterling did not understand the reason why either, he simply could not explain it. There was just a sudden, bizarre sensation, as if an invisible hand had just brushed against his memory nerves, stretching them taut, causing his entire body to shudder in a split second. The man inside that black SUV displayed absolutely no signs of a pursuer. He was not holding a phone, he was not taking photographs, and he did not point any lens toward their vehicle. He merely sat there, in profound silence, like a piece of the darkness that had seeped into every concrete fiber of the abandoned toll booth.
Yet it was precisely that profound silence that made him more unsettled than anything else could.
